cleared of the fear of longing
i become open to the suggestion
that the times on the telephone
carried more than the message
there through exchanges
and handsets
where dew
on bakelite transcends
and dials dial
imaginary numbers
such that the distance
collapses to love
in the cavern of abandonment
where grand bells echo to the work
in foundries of sand and iron and lead
where molten rivers flow
filling every corner every crevice
every wish-fulfilment moment
in the cannon of those abandoned
where dust and silence remain in line
with the thought-transference mind
where peace and love and goodwill
become the triumvirate soldiers
steadily but surely continuing together
as is then
as is now
as is the student
as is the call for tea
with such clarity
shear lightness
of simply being
before the pains
which thrive
behind the closed eyes
of meditators
around the world
then the peace
the blue skies
of contemplation
with our hearts
at the centre
the pillars
of the morning
as it is
as it was
as it always
will be
with such love
and shear beauty
of our being
i am on fire
with passions burning
while the tall grasses are higher
than the breeze so so softly learning
my body is a cauldron
of love felt feelings
while the crystals in season
dance upon the ceilings
i am in regeneration
as if a fusion forming
that the silence of the station
seeks out the new light dawning
my soul is salvation
with its deep defences
as the open door mentions
our shared love recommences
in that moment
as also
in this moment
in that place
as also
in this place
on the journey
as also
among the journey
in this midst
as also
in that midst
with that love
as also
with this love
