Oh sister, my celestial queen,
moon to my sun,
opposite and the same.
oh the lights we have lit -
oh the heights we have scaled.
you made me,
when you breathe out i breathe in.
the sight of your gossamer
the soft caress of your skin
the precious scent of you
the sound of your voice in my ear
the sweet taste of you
though divided by our mythology,
all these things live on inside of me
as i take back my place
in that world beyond this one
and as i contemplate the difference
between questions and answers -
sister, this i say to you:
after the proper time passes
when you call me home
i will come.
Awake,
arisen,
leaving the body
that lays there decomposing.
fondly do i gaze upon the vessel,
the container -
my ship in the physical sea.
the only pain i feel
is a longing at the separation,
the memories of the senses.
but other paths must i tread
where i will leave no footprint,
with no mouth i must speak the sacred words,
with no hands and knees
i must crawl,
with no sense of time
i must hurry.
i am not yet perfectly unconstrained
with potential yet to fulfill.
with one last lingering remembrance
and a hopeful glance
i see the distant light that leads me on.
Hesitation
could i chose not to go?
not to follow to the light?
staring off into the darkened distance
the lamp doubles
and doubles again
soon my vision is lit with an infinite
web of dancing light.
around me is an infinite number of selves crawling
in an infinite number of tunnels.
in that multiplicity
i see fruition,
possiblities as an endless sea of sand.
then suddenly rising over my desert vision
a vast mirage
of planets around stars
stars in galaxies, galactic clusters
dwarfing me to a mote
and with a nauseating kaleidescopic juxtaposition
i tower over the universe subsumed into the light.
do i go on forever?
Standing
atop the pyramid that is my tomb
glittering carpet stretched across the sky,
with an ethereal finger
i write my name upon the heavens.
the question remains
and begs my consideration
in this third dream of my exile:
i have seen that the body is separate from me,
the sensual world just a stopping spot
and i have seen that the universe is determined
by the infinite possibilities all fulfilled in time
and i have seen that time is the infinite vessel
that contains all the we perceive
in the same way my body carries my soul.
yes, i am a soul, my self.
in that light that has guided me here
i saw the reflection of what i am
seeker to the end, a witness
living there but waiting ever after to come back here.
i shall return to share
and with no further thought: i leap.
Landing
in the bustling marketplace,
souls around me engaged in commerce
exchanging tokens of life in this world.
how pleasant is the buzz
of satisfaction among the people,
questions of the universe
simply have no place here.
i will set up tent on the edge of town
and gladly share with all those who seek
shadows that need not be revealed
as mere reflections of the light,
there is time for all in time.
then across the life-filled space
i see my sister standing there
her hazel eyes aglow.
uncomfortable in my body now
i am frozen in her gaze.
with a glance, a nod, a wink
she turns and leads me home.
gladness blooms in my palpitating heart,
thus for a time, i breathe again
