Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, becoming, being, belonging, breath, BreconBeacons, Caer Carmarthen, deep ecology, enduring, evolution, landscape, landscape photography, life, Poetry, transmutation, Wales on September 11, 2015| Leave a Comment »
THOU ART
this earth
breathed upon
(the warm breath
of love and lust)
holds for a little while
in wonder
then retreats
to sighing earth.
its breath
passed on.
a whisper
in the forest,
a gust
below the rocks
and the high heather.
where the kites
and ravens wheel.
and the sun and stars,
too, kindled, embers,
by that offered air.
—
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged a confection of conflation, Book of Los, breath, descent into matter, dishelleved spirit, expiration, fall, gravity(his angel), howling, language, letters of fire, line of descent, muse, Poetry, politics of ecstacy, rebellion in heaven, sparkle, speaking out, the Fall, the magic letters, vanishing, vision dream, William Blake, word river, words, writing on November 10, 2013| 7 Comments »
ANGEL FALLS, ELOQUENT
Dropped
They fracture,
Crumble,
Separate seconds
From stillness.
Meteor words
Burning fast
A lever
For omens,
Simply
The gravity
Of bodies
Too heavy
With burning heart.
Golden alphabets
Spilled
Tumbling
To flagged floor.
To carve
A sigh,
A cursive line.
(Improbable
Evolution as ever).
Descent into matter.
Dissonant mutter.
Disowned stutter.
A step
Hitched,
Syncopate.
Fabric of time
Glazed pattern
Wingbeat.
World
Whorled
Whirled.
Blake,
Startled awake
Mouths
Eyeless,
A ghost
Of muscle,
Vision sinew.
—
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged breath, inner and outer, language, mind, nature of light, Philosophy, Poetry, Sound, thought forms, way of heaven on March 6, 2013| 5 Comments »
Mirror words
(As are
All words)
Reflection
Of movement
Within silence.
Feeling shapes
Mimicked
By mouth
Borne
Outward
On breath.
Soft
(or hard)
Explosion
Into
Meaning
Within
Other minds.
Spontaneous
Blossoming
Of pictures,
Coalescing
Inner light.
Their fruit:
Other words,
Other pictures.
Like light
(perhaps)
From the outside
All appears
Bright and colour,
Whilst residing
Inside is
Darkness
And silence.
Where edge
Meets edge
(the silvered
Surface)
All appears
Perfect, clear-
Though it is a
Reversed world
One that can never
Be seen
Except
In reflection.
When is a
Mirror
Empty?
When it is not
A mirror.
Silent gesture
Shrug
Distant thunder.
In the forest
Falling tree
Mimics
The way
Of Heaven.
simonhlilly 