Shadow in the Sunless Snowfields

[Guest guest]

Not frantically,

not that, but rather

frenetically,

kinetically,

cosmic comically,

this rumble-bumble

stumbling one,

this one runs on and on,

on the trackless-traceless,

faithful-faithless

full on tilt-a-whirl,

a wheel wheeling-dealing onward

to a pathless well of wonder

and wanderlust

just lusting for the One.

A running along

on some razor-thin ice field.

Mabe the Beloved

wants a plunging under further.

Maybe i want

this plundered plummeting.

Racing towards some goal-less

God want,

gathering up the heads

of those who gather about,

those who shadow-like,

misty-eyed, wander about,

and fall across my night-world,

my whole world,

the lift of this

can't convince me to sing,

to sing for my supper senselessly

to sustain the mouthing for more.

The dinner bell is ringing

and i am all hearing, yet,

without the ear or fear

of what will or will not be.

What is being spoken in terms

of talking about this God-stuff,

is really rather nothing nodding.

The conversation has slipped

into a stupor.

Self-induced languishing into Ahhing

at Awe for so long

the laws are gone.

Lawless,

filled with guffaws,

pawing at the ground Luminosity

with ferevent familiarity,

the snow field starts to shimmer.

Shuddering

like a willow does in wind,

the the whiteness

of this bright hour

surrenders to the shadow of towering tcha.

The sun lifts the gift of the glow,

and the sunless space is faced

straight on.

Crackle of Heart language breaking open.

Crunching the conundrums of creation.

Breaking away into the endlessness of

"It never ends,"

the spilling into one,

one tiny snowflake falling in front of me,

with tongue-tip tasting

everyone and everything at once,

there is no right or left

or up or down.

The tip of the iceberg has hit

the Mothership again.

Sometime after dark,

in the still silence,

we walked across the world and saw it slip away.

Slipping into the moment,

we slipped into the crack

between both worlds.

i can only keep cracking up today.

These two unscarable scarecrows stand,

hand in hand

and point

to the Heart.

This is the Shadow falling across

the starry, sky-filled snowfields,

and the snow is falling

everywhere.

Tumultuous Tango

into That Lighted Sighting,

that Sighted Lighting of Silence

spilling into ItSelf

as you and i.

The shadow does not appear today

to have any need

to rise and shine.

It met Its Other in the Sunless One.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie