Thursday, December 16, 2010

within our maze to be still
























if writings occasionally pray aloud
might one have ever felt this way...?
to say as if you had faded narcissism
enough so to openly romance a place
built with the heavens' spark spiraling
over when figs were fermenting alchem
elixirs to nature's nape dissolving upon
our arrival into senses of an emptiness.

twas a mighty find to meet you at chows
near blended rivers cascading into bend
of translucent water sourced deep within
where our venus starboard sings, be freed
arriving luck tunes our souls to hear great
om spirit allowing this inner drafted child
knowledge of ever expansive phrases' buzz
perpetuating me with nothing more to say.

-j.a. knolls