Convergence
You dropped a thought
Among the dizzy
Contra-forms,
Of lovers and messengers,
To make bright
Your visionary crawl.
In your impregnable castle,
The silence is trembling,
Your walls are fine alabaster,
And the structuring of animism,
Derived from the vitality
Of your mental screening.
The vast embodied hand of fate
Touches the hem of space,
You shiver in quadruple fits,
Activated by nervous summation,
The strong and weak cohabitate
In the house beyond the infinite.
In the difference of wishes,
You simmered in apologies,
For your consummate emphasis,
On the symbols of reality,
Shaded in your animal essence
In the ark of intellect.
The karma to gravitate around
Your partners and hosts,
Is the clue to curiosity,
In the overturned universe,
Where spindles and octagons,
Show the shape of conversations.
A jet spray flair lifting
Beyond your tower of patience,
The words mum in wonder,
Three oblique trees
Leaning into submission,
To the over achieving wind.
I suspected you were feverish,
With a love of passive chance,
A cringing at the coat-tails
Were sinking into noumenon,
As you sped away
Under the escaping motive.
Your forms exchange in shifting
The balanced atom of perseverance,
As your lonely child fiddles
With new contemplative toys,
While your father guides your dreams
With a swift strap of convenience.
Time just regards
The secret of your oblivion,
By herding you into convictions,
That mesmerize the symptoms,
Of the garrote of grace
That stimulates your future.
The pulse and the hallowing
Of the vibratory entelechy,
Gathered over your sustained gravesites,
To pursue through a knotted hole,
The sanctified personality
Of your re-incarnate spirit.
The prison of effigy
Makes your smile more purposeful,
And you are a glowing youth
In the vacuole of inference,
That spreads truth forward
Into a cellular remembrance.
You refused to give up happiness,
In the battle of emotions,
When breezes of scorn
And metal barricades
Blocked entrance to empathy,
In the rhythm of interaction.
Instances pleated,
And the dice were heavy
With semblance and substance,
As fate turned you over,
And your voice settled,
Into evanescent commas.
The shear of the rough habit,
In the blood full with passion,
An indiscriminate depth charge
Pulsing with primal ethos,
Makes you climb into meaning,
And lifts out your heart.
In the malleable twilight,
Easy is the customs of strangers,
As you dip into assumptions
About the free will of robots,
And the icy indices of pity,
Freezes the lightness of becoming.
The threshold of power,
In your impressions of family,
Divides the fight and the fulfillment
In the carnival of manifestation,
When a riot of tears
Instills a courage of laughter.
Barren rocks tilted
Into the deliberation,
Among the straw cosmos,
As you placed your foot
Upon the triple blessed path,
Flowing in fields around you.
Your terrible stare,
Like magnets forcing shame
With its attractive turmoil layers,
But you were beyond this dross,
That fixes on your skin
A storm of circumstance.
You never complained,
Even after the eighth accident,
The flag and compass
Set the finish line,
In your race of promise,
In the bowels of the mountain.
If the lunar collapses,
Your white ash doll
Will stand in for my envy,
And the pantomime of adoration,
As your bend into the blooming,
With the wild flowers nemesis.
In coldness of the evening,
Between rows of fallen emperors,
Your ritual of mating
With mysteries and satisfaction,
Brought us into the mandala,
That arises in your biosphere.
Waves of summit and rest,
You drove along the cape,
And steered the penchant
For simplicity and honor,
When you froze the weight
Of your jackhammer of desire.
Whatever it takes
To launch your conscience,
You traded in for comments,
That originated
In lofty, rare tomes,
Surrounding innate knowledge.
When the solar light envelops
The landscape of variation,
Through art and individualism,
You are so within the height
Of the remembering of enlightenment,
As the summit of discovery.
Vortex bubbles spun
In the half-captured green tea,
As the rain assassinated joy,
While mechanisms spurted information,
And the haze of cyber-civilization,
Was a low sky without stars.
This distance between shadowy points,
Is your labor of Hercules,
Caught in streams of revival,
On the rooftop of the world
Where eggs of value hatched,
And gifts divided the patterns.
Orbits make images on a wall,
As you carry a string though the maze,
Then the tail of the comet
Is headed into free identity,
And the limit goes wayward
Through the gleam of memory.
The clouds infected by fear
Hover over your daring analogy,
As your fluid body double
Makes traces of a whirlwind,
And groves of bumble bees
Cause honey on the tongue.
The drifting, hollow sunscape,
Raging in the middle kingdom,
You bathe in your planetary radiation,
And ants and mosquitos leap
In patent, various embers,
In your garden of verses.
Spare parts of the rogue sleeper,
Interconnects within the human realm,
As chapters transcribed below a gray hair,
When the aurora of life drifts
With a fantasy of encryption,
Written on flaming water.
In this diffuse heart,
That spreads within our lives,
With the rays of joy and consummation,
You are the Mother of the World,
That sends me forth on your magic carpet,
So I can truly find who I am.