The Still Point

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The still point is a hammer that nails

One to a cross

Half vertical, half horizontal

The eventual horizon,

Landscape of death and a bleeding

Of time,,,

Bitter herbs and glossy pelts

Serve only the hunger for life,

Intentions and reflections

Of that Dark Night,

 

The still point is denser than

Moonless forests in twilight

Rest a while, feel your

Energies growing, feel the

Hum and the drum of rhythmic

Beats, put your head to the ground

And return to your roots, for you

Have been furiously uprooted in

Your own forests of the Apocalypse,

 

The still point is your body and fire

With

This flame of spirit you would quench your

Thirst, you must burn thoroughly,

You must burn, baby burn

Your life is on fire,

You understand Light

You test yourself, your walk on fire

And burn the pages of your own

Book of Life

 

The still point is your Silence now,

The presence of all beginnings and endings

Visions fly away on the wings of eagle whistles

And flitter

Haltingly on saffron butterfly tongues, you are

A warrior now, you rule the barbarians

At the gate and invite them in for

A cup of green tea,

 

You Have Fallen In Love

 

 

 

Ana