METANOIA

I

In Night's shimmering silence accoutred,

reposed in a jewelled pause,

she sought a portent of golden hours

upon the horizon, of wondrous revelation

upon burnished paths.

Through blind mists of forgotten Seasons,

the absent Moon rose

into her pining spirit, that first receptacle

of Life's supreme benefactions,

beaming nacrescent rays

through her every strand, plane and pore.

Ocean and ether, struck breathless, gazed

upon an unwonted vision,

upon a goddess of the sky some mystical

device had brought into corporeal being.

An insomnolent merlin, unaccustomed to

Day's beauty in Dark's domain,

halted his wheeling, as though pinned to

lofty currents by pearly darts,

his cry of awe riving the resting waters,

drawing her eye to Ariadne's crown

in the sand-stippled ink of the shallow.

II

Upon that silver moment, the young mystic

beheld an argent stream

in the spangled brine, infolding,

coiling into Earth's venter, as though she

were womb and mother of

that distant coronal glow.

The very air tasted of stars, no more mere

celestial orbs, but kin to Destiny,

her eternal votaries and vehicles,

keepers of her clock, mirrors of our souls.

Aye, every twinkling point of light holds

the vastness we would seek within, a vastness

that expands, evolves, into the space

betwixt the faraway fire and the inner flame,

dissolving boundaries of dust and flesh,

of mind and thought, that our beings might

assume its radiance.

A sparkling tear she shed into the shallow,

a saline drop aswell with her inmost joy,

for her reflection wore a divinity's ornament,

a coronet of stars, a halo of starlight.

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RAINDROP

Upon the rim of a golden beam,

I sailed into the embrace

of the fleeced blue,

into the tranquil abode I knew

from visions and dreams

of crystal clear waters that sing

amid rainbows within.

Each memory bursts anew into

varicoloured flames,

as the Sun smiles upon

the audacious grey

that awhile commands his realm,

upon a celestial emissary

who showers a poem of cascade,

wind and radiance upon Earth.

Rain spells the land's destiny;

her streams carve Nature's green;

spate and drouth trace

death's contours upon her visage,

with ragged green bestrewn

or bleached and barren beneath

contented sighs of pellucid skies,

their sacred duties discharged.

In the heart of a moonlit pool, I bide

this Summertide night,

as in the garden of your soul that

hailed my journey,

at Dawn to serve the Great Circle.

I, as you, would merge with

Oceans upon Earth and beyond,

for I, a mere raindrop,

thirst for the Light.

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FAITH

A sublime Love made this blossom,

her green-gold disc aglow

as a working heart beating gratitude

to mystical currents that rule

the eternal Circle of Birth and Death.

In violet winds she steeps her fragile,

fulgent whiteness, swirling myriad

graceful limbs in a vapoury

Castalian Spring, her countenance

laved in the warmth of her

oracle and Hope, of the Great Fire of

the skies who whispers of illumination

to all Earth's creatures

in the eternal language of Light.

Would you speak my prayer, blossom

child, fairest suppliant

of vernal gardens, mirror of the soul's

own Spring? Would you, gentle pilgrim,

retrieve my Faith from its crypt

amid petrified Flow and frozen stone?

Could I this day cease plaining

for Springs bartered for Winters?

Could I relive the taintless joy of infant

years and undimmed vision?

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PATH II

A lapis chime rides breezy waves

with a tremble and a flutter,

as the mourning starling shelters

betwixt billows of Twilight's

radial rhythms, for an ancient law

rules she may not claim the sky.

Nay, the eagle alone could rise into

the rapture of a violet-blue

throng upon the rippling lane to yon

misty Sun pillar, to eventide's

phare of watered gold, tinting every

crest with prayer and praise.

Rest your form, weary warbler! Let your

tune of woodland and beck

take wing, soaring to blossom souls

that were the glory of our Morning,

for Light unveils the Eternal

in your song, as in the eagle's pinions.

Aye, you are alike fated to glide over

diverse paths earthly and etheric,

through varied spans along spirals of

brightness and dark to a Haven

that loves every bloom and song,

every ave and wing,

where all shall be One.

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Artist: Elihu Vedder

RISE

The Flames of a flowering Earth

raze the portals of Dark;

a Blossom's soul rises for to meet

the Sun upon a petal rim,

light ensphering atom,

atom ensphering light,

as her prayer ascends the ether.

This radiance I would lead

through my veins, for its Fount

blooms upon Nature's altar.

Aye, even my scars utter

a Summer sky's cerulean distich

this sacred Day,

dispelling toneless sighs

into the dying murk

upon the leaden wing of a last

stricken thought,

of a wounding blessing that

pierced spirit and vessel,

that they might glimpse a kinship

beyond the threshold of matter.

My breath and gaze

rise through despair into Light,

as a seed into Life

through a Season of snow.

"My every child may 

carve a path for Chance."

So, Mother decrees.

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CROWN

Time bows before the Cosmic Trigon

upon this day of jewelled earth,

dewy amber and watercolour breezes,

for Nature, Light and Eye flow into

Oneness in Spring's embrace,

each contained within and without,

beyond memory and form.

A blossom wears the glow of its fruit;

the Oak calls to the unborn acorn

through sunlit catkin drapes, her arms

awaiting the warmth and waves

of plumes and birdsong;

wood violets dream of aery blue spreads,

as the Sun seeks his splendour

in the forest stream.

Creation's triumph crowns the glorious

merging of Path, Pace and Journey,

for she renews her noblest Instrument

this Season, sustenance and balm

of timeless conjuncts that heals

the birth-wound, eases the dying breath.

Hope she brings forth anew

into glorious Being, that Life may 

build a bridge toward Eternity.

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FLAME II

The winds sing no more of Seasons;

songless arms sweep aeons,

our chronicles of moments and ages,

onto Clotho's winged swathes

of dark and bright silver rippling over

a shroud of living Grey

that grips Earth's breath in its vise.

The Fire of Reckoning, pyre and phare

of liquescent crimson,

blazes upon a distant purple summit,

holding her mute vigil

over bloodless ruins and shadows

awaiting Light, over sightless spirits

sifting through the detritus

of Dark's reign.

And we, votaries of Life, seek refuge

at the altar of a new Divinity.

Sun, Moon and Stars hallow

Her temple without,

yet, Silence whispers a wordless elegy

into its tenebrous sanctum,

loath to impose her voice upon the air

that bears sacred memories,

for, in this space, Love was wedded

to the Soul, and the Spring of this union

brought forth Elysium's Roses.

Look upon us, Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos,

labouring amid the stars,

upon your sons and daughters made of

wars you wove, yet,

bearing no trace of them.

Aye, Turmoil's inferno forged our beings,

yet we cast our Beacon in its womb,

culling our inmost sparks

rooted in Eternity, invoking Peace amid

carnage and clamour,

that the Flame of Hope may live.

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Image: THE FATES GATHERING IN THE STARS

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Artist: Elihu Vedder