Impoverished by the weather of cold rain all meaning of soul came to represent only a dim metaphor of the brain and the possibility of spirit remained apart and in shambles. What can mean an essence of both memory and substance and which outlives the body in an era with a sure assessment of a perishing mind. Yet spirit itself can be studied scientifically as a being and beings which interact with body, brain and interior life and possesses it’s own qualities of transformation and activity.

Consider the way in which spirits without body live and flow. The manifest in sure perception and move quickly between localities which physical matter could only transport over hours. They are connected with reality or aspects of reality and recall and transmit information as well as they access information at will. Spirit can enter into spirit and change it and in certain instances it can also change matter and material things.

Spirit always coexists with embodied human life. How else can we explain the capacity of the mind to leave it’s confines in an apparatus of sensory perception and make immediate assessments of the surrounding symbolic field in dreaming or waking spaces? How else can we explain the transmigration of experience into animal existence or the visitation of the dead? The testament of many cultures that we can pass into spiritual abodes in afterlife or return as reincarnations in new conceptions reminds us of knowledge forgotten.

To exercise our awareness and the capabilities of spirit is the practice of spirituality. At base this is our daily engaging with the content of nature and creations through immediate perception ; it is also ascent into a life of spiritual travel, alchemical transformation, diverse communications and deepened remembrance.

to me: I

saw the world

begin to breathe

every wall pulsing

with my own saw hard

stone become diamond,

the earth, I saw

the sky

sun red and

felt the wind

and nothing else

I saw fast lines

stretching

color

and field

I heard

the purest

sounds, vulgar

and un-ending

(yet wanted to-feel-more than the wind

to laugh-at more than humanity, to

etch my names in the cliffs)

I

had a world of wonder

before me in every grain

of-all and didn’t dare

ask didn’t dare

look listen

to me

for then

I saw the love

of the world wrapped and

crushed (please let it not be true

what sin confined us here) I saw eyes

spinning in the bricks of building where

we live and didn’t think twice about it,

they were just staring there like

these are just words on a page>

begging you to listen to

what I saying: I saw

the world begin and ripped

myself from its beautiful

silver folds and in the tear

saw

a stead beating

that scared

the wind

out of

me

`june 14, 2012

wind woven weary weeping
willow droplets wait
above a moment over air
in weight of water-
woven webs in webs of water-
beading branching bends and
bends of baskets branching still
and still in baskets breaking
still the water masses hold

above us,
air is aching
after air and for the
silent-singing
breath of wind of
other worlds for phrase
to flow from hill to hill and out
-of-tunnel torrent flying over
flown and feeling for
this night of ours is warm-beneath
a waiting water weight a-
waiting water
and a waver

and
from furthest edge of
feeling feeling further
to the airing edge of branching-breaking-back and billow
blowing back-and-back and whipping
one above a path a peeling hold to hold to flow to flow-for
finger-edge of branching-edge-of-air approaching ever
ever airing closer one from side to side and up and out
upon a point

above an open window
out above
the unwarped white of mind above
the open water of the air where
every distant light is held
one breaks it’s touch with a world

and suddenly the stars
are free and flying
through the air in bending
light and ripple color
for the darkness-
of-your-eye and in a
moment all the light of
the universe is
dropped upon your mind

*

an unexpected flash
and as you blink
the constellations change
to empty air
and tears are pouring into
the clouds

~may 2 2012

we sit in soft lymph light’s shadow slice of night
held aside some city vein city node encasing
silvery cigarette thoughts curled
quiet round the spot our gazes cross

and speak of some untouched darkness
beyond and beautiful reaching out
muscle out-pattern un-tapped tapped well
found forest pitilessness
and dream

someday smoke stack clouds carry our children’s minds
and rain upon earth-upon membrane broke and liquid
alone-all conversation with death explained
in time earth-echoing cross space

~april 1, 2012

a sapphire sail

that burns its seal
in scented lines and scented
words and into walls
of failing-fire-towered
spire ever higher-pulling
mind alone

that catches wind
in solemn city streams
of sight unminded-of
unminded-all reminding
all of all all-spent un-
reached unfelt

that sighs through brick
and burrow deep-in
clear glass windows
here and hear its
near near-silent ever-
sounding cry its falling
made of air

that sings seen scene-un
silent-sought all fought
for felt-for filled with fore-
ward flood of life

this is an ocean of no dream
with waves that shine above the sky
and shatter but in song and sign
and traceless thought of rising all
the universe a-rising all the universe
alive, a

sapphire sail that burns
its seal in scented lines
and scented words and
into walls of failing-fire-
towered spire ever high
and higher-pulling mind
alone alone

arch-aching running 

silent-screaming chatter wind-resounding 

sounding ever-sparking ends of space-of-reach and grasp- 

ungrasped defueling beat of unpulsed heart out-offring in-ward and 

arch-answered, out- 

expansing crush 

of soil cold and heartful 

oar-less filth of worth 

of filth-of-foul fame filled fastidious 

fight fear-forthful frothing seed de-quilted ide and edes 

seized chancelessness of in 

for after all full facelessness 

unveiled of spiritsend’s sake 

dedressed design signed searing true 

and rue and rot of heat and root 

felt ice spilled soulful soulless soul-sought shattering 

crane of air 

quilt of branch 

slush of river 

run and rue and run and rake and run 

~February 28, 2012

that she found god
and cried thank you
on the pages of her notebook i swear
i could see the tears
in her changed face

and later that night
biking home or somewhere
i saw a screaming
girl wrapped in white

cloth was it
keeping her struggling

limbs from the men carrying her
or our eyes from some unspeakable sight they would
have plugged our ears if they could .

if i see her again
will i recognize her
by the pain in her eyes

will i be able to ask
whether her cry was subdued by some careful drug
or only from having screamed for so long

~February 13 , 2012

Thoughts, from only nowhere, come 

For any where is somewhere seen 

And could we see the where’s wherefrom 

our future thoughts will soon have been 

like travellers who roam the space 

of thought, we’d catch them in between 

their birth and here, that waiting place, 

the winter home, from which they spring 

in sequenced form, unbroken chase 

would end, with nets and rope we’d bring 

the humbled game to light, and some 

we’ll crush and some we’ll sing.

Jan 14 , 2012

Werds. Landscape. Field.

Illium: Empire: Earth. Its tallest tower. Its energy field. It’s geography, mountain ranges and volcanoes, oceanic currents, hills and fields. Range the riches. Scope the field. Diagram. Decipher. Discovery.  

Recklessness.

Job.

I

ANSWER. ANSWER ME. ANSWER MY LIFE. ANSWER MY MYSTERY. I AM THE LAST OF THE LIGHT. I AM THE LAST OF THE LOST ONES. I AM THE LAST OF THE LOVERS. I AM.  

ANTI-KRISHNA. ANTICLIMAX. CINEMATIC

ILLIUM. ILLUMINATI.

ARBOREUM ARCHIPELAGO ATLAS OURS OUROBOROS. OPEN MY DRAWERS. UNCOVER MY

OPEN OPULENCE APOLOGETICS APOCALYPSIS APOTHEOSIS

BASELINE. BORDERLINE

OPEN. ALIVE. UTOPIA.

LAST AT HOME AT CIVILIZATION AND ALL AFFAIRS

APOLOGETICA. APOCALYPSIS. APOTHEOSIS. APROPOS. APOLLONIAN. LES ARTS AUPARAVENT. ANACALYPSIS. ORIGINS.

HELLENIC EDEN. .   

EYE SEAS ALL. ONE. OUTSIDE. OUTSIDE THE BODY. THE AIR BREATHES. OUTSIDE THE MIND THE MONEY. THE MONEY MATTERS.  

They rule the skies. They rule the semiosphere.

IN

ILL. ILLIUM. ILLUMINATI. THE EYE.

AT THE TOP OF THE PYRAMID AND THE PYRAMID AND THE POWER.

INSCRIBED IN ANCIENT STONES INSCRIBED IN ANCIENT RUNES

1. Run with it. Now that you have it, it is yours. This ancient light. This ancient fire, stolen from the gods here for you, my love. This ancient darkness

HYPNOSIS

OPEN IN CLOSED QUARTERS. DIVIDED BY SPADES.

FRESH MEAT AT THE BUTCHERY.

FRESH FRUIT IN THE STORES.

FRESH BLOOD IN THE FIELDS OF SLAUGHTER.

ILLUMINATIAM

.

ORTHOPEDICS  

ORTHODOXY

Illumination of the soul.  

(O veni veni O emmanuel)

.

Reckless. Relentless. Re-imagined reconfigured light-formed figure of Earth. Attested, untamed uninhibited and unfolding, appearing, presenting it-self as self, soul, sung. As spirit, spoken or unspoken, alive and in an instant told, taught, tempered, scintillating, sound. Sought for as for ancient days, unspoken dreams or long-lost tales in artefact and magazine and miniature and mountain rain.

This is your life, rung from real, the reel, the river, the rhythm, the rhyme, imperfect in place, in posture, in pine, and in epiphany, ecstatic sense and senselessness, person, played, prefigured, preformed, projected and prescribed.

O as in science we explore the unknown, and in art imagine the unimagined, and in love touch eternaly…

[Raucous, roaring, roaming, renegade, cataclysmic]

O stranger, o delicate shield. Should the shining shards proclaim, should the holy scapes proclaim, of what nature in its motions knows, may we open, open, and in opening find

deliverance, ebullience, and everlasting light.