Saturday, June 27, 2015

Park Yourself Upon a Mystic’s Lap

When the solstice moment fades,
which it does instantly,
the daylight starts to waver too –
so incrementally you will not notice
it give way - to beckon to the dark.

Park yourself upon a mystic’s lap
and, every evening, monitor with him
the passage of the star we call the sun
as it coerces our Earth’s axis
from its Yin to Yang: it is a way

to love whatever’s going on. Blowing on
a sea of candles as God does when
he is not igniting them, now gently
undermines, incites the endless
cycle: makes it interesting.

Light, now splintering,
brings shadow –
slowly turns our faces
to the night.


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