Tuesday, July 15, 2003

Travelling Questions&Answers in Wilds/WaterWays
Afterword

The Temple

The old one sings.
The old wanderer,
on the edge
of civilization,
leans against
an oriental vase
and sings in solitude
outside of time.

The seer
on the stone
sings from the
other world.
Sings a
flamed song
with authority
of mind
and memory
about regeneration.

Sings a song of sight.

The cascading white
baby’s breath,
the dried miniture
red roses,
and the two
tall peacock
feathers
listen.

Bathe seven times
at the threshold.
Sleep. Awake.
Sleep. Awake.
Step internal
into the external
beyond.
The dead escape
through the jade disc.
See the middle,
immanental,
transcend
the precise
empty
prescence.

A sudden revelation.

Do not forget
the beginning.
No violence.
No birth passages.
No pregnant potentiality.
No fertile gateway.
No map.
Do not travel north
to property woman,
known by her
curly grey hair,
who promises riches
if only you hear
her child cry.
Remember
the warning.
Bear trap
off the trail.

Silence pours
between the verses.
Flowing, glowing, blowing.
The sparks of light within
may be fanned into flame
flame into fire
fire into star
a star closer into sun
& the sun
moves behind
the mountain.

The palm
transforms
the silence
clapping,
clapping,
clapping.
Listen.

The staff
taps searching
for words,
deeds and
utterances.

The rod
pierces
the darkness
to set
in order.

Enter.