From: The Wisdom to Grow Downwards, Crossing Over Section Moonbeam Fallen Over Me, published in
The Higher Source, September, 2000
Rain fell softly all day, I fell asleep. I awoke Suddenly in an instant of surprise, and saw a halloed stream, God's September nighttime lamppost carried me away...
and the earth drank in its new moisture,
cool with awakening before
the fall...
Tossed up against some hoary dream,
sick with events
I could not control
nor stay, until...
one single bright moonbeam
fallen over me
bathed the room incandescent.
clothed me lunar,
summoned me to rise
with my humanity singing,
for Stephen King, ND
Bright sun sparks the day I seek myself newborn Swell me Ease me Bounce me Await me Skip me Lace me A pigeon purrs for crumbs I sit patient.
I await to see one tenured master,
one hold in the middle ground.
my mouth is stayed--
a little 'O' invites new wonderment...
take me to the forward edge
lead me laughing
through the swinging gate
pensile to begin this two-step waltz
like a stone chip along the cool curved surfaced edge
tat me down with firm emotions that are
pliant, renounced of disapproving obstinacies,
sustained and unreliable for passion's sake.
she too delights to be fed from strange generous hands
those that stay the hungry need for more.
The still water's edge baits me, draws me in
to meet this salient seashore,
this stippled haven,
with its cold breakwater trim,
its blue chance drifting through the tides,
level, with no solemn swollen question,
inward, on the climb over,
to the above place
where I fly skybound
needing nothing
not an answer
nor a sound.