Poetry

[Lelle]

There is an ancient calling within me - in the spiralling eternities manifested within the spaces that underlay the bark upon a tree, a great singing symphony emerges - neither earthly or celestial but a mixture that is its own, that is itself.

In the throes of this wildness, I want to eat the soil itself, become the soil - merge completely and utterly with the river roaring wild, becoming the cosmic emptiness by which creation itself sings yet another creation anew at every moment.

The moss below a carpet of the fern and the geometries are alive here, not pen to paper nor graph but living alive and curled in upon themselves, and the ants, and insects, and spiders, move and work and create upon her, this Naked Canvas Entire

These wild things!, these majestic animals, the ferocity of a Lion, of a Tiger - I am helpless in the face of such majesty, it is Her, and she is Wild and she is All, I can try to tell you as a Lover involved in a cosmic seamstress the threads that run through these eternal moments in the unconditioned infinity

I see her everywhere, and she sings, and she sighs, and she is in perpetual erotic unison with her consort - with her love, with the cosmic intelligence that is consciousness --

all love poems come out of this
this eroticism
this sticky sap-sown fertility

There is something fertile and fecund which calls to me in the woods, something I can never divest myself from, for we are one. The beauty of the natural world longs to touch us, to be with us in the way as a lover, as a guide, as an ecstatic expression of divinity in cosmic and perpetual becoming.

I speak to you in poem and its a language we know
you flare as I walk past trees and the wind moves this certain way,
this way we know
where the leaves flirt upwards and the naked underside shows
shy and wild and yearning

As a manifestation of that we act as one - in the delicate folds of a petal, the fleshy leaf-led up underswing of a flower - the ballet of nature

All art, all, in this

I know you as a Lover
We are Inseperable, Thou and I
Teach me how to kiss, Teacher -
We open towards the sun, we root into the earth, we kiss, we come, we surge and we flow, the river nectar of my sacred spaces coat your rigidity as we come together, as one,
"Like this," you say, "Like this."

every sigh is ours, every kiss - every lick and every moan
"again," you say
"more," I ache
yes, like this

when we are alone
there are no more goings and comings
no more arrivals and departures

tell me more of the certain curvature of lips to lips that brings perpetual regeneration
You are all hands all eyes all sound silence
more, darling, more

This must be personal ruin entire
polish what remains, only heart in
this terrible beauty I am in now
All rubble going back and becoming ground

That well inside surges unchecked
that I might become so holy with one look of yours
These days I am quiet, disaster and saved the save
nothing remains but this

lest you only terrify me, come at me again, come my way
turn me upside down, you turned me inside out that glorious once
let not these words be empty - take them, believe me
I am consumed entirely, consume me again, make me solid to make me liquid,

When I gamble this self everything all past all future all this
cruel and kind please just be
Your son is passion, your son is
Water is Wine in this living loving hereafter
whining, sick with this - again

Every tremor of false witness tears me and I plead with full being
take me at once wandering alone with you
if you accept

polish me again until "I" disappear
All desire for this, I Desire only for this
In what garden did you level he, she, us, we
with one glance?
One.
Am I mistress, lover, friend the same,
excluded from wifehood by the very riotous fire kindled anew at every moment?

Fire!

How can I fear the Ocean when I am drowned in it?
Drown me fully leave not one bit of myself above water
drown these two eyes in this glory turn them inwards
at least that Beloved

I hear a loving sigh when I joke with you
with Heaven and a Golden stillness surrounds me

Is it storm or still? I've not a clue, I am clueless personified
now the mystery (as always) unsolved unknowable except in this being
with you, like this

in flower in and without the same

Am I dying? unto death, into the ground
I pretend I have no questions yet here I am moaning
a pillar, asking to be the domino that falls into you, you only

do with me what you will, Love
I keep opening for you, alone

I long to rest my playful eyes upon you
and drop all pretense of civility
in your sweetness, to kiss you, kiss you endlessly fully all hands all eyes
revoke my resistance at once and take this agony
oh Yes, lit and alive in this heart

How many thousand ways to beg you for a kiss -
How many ways to say, take me
let me taste you, Love me, in All Ways,

Let this rain pour and create your flowers in my soil, Let it be
There is a whisper of yours
A flood divine
open these gates and let me pour this living water into thirsty mouths,
let me bear this water
let me be this water

I know not what to do with myself
Throw me directly into the flame of being then
at once burn me and make me fertile
flow me anew river fed flow
into You, into You

I wish to go and poke and prod holy men and ask them
what do they do with this longing
burn any trace of this me by this grace guided firmly into
tracelessness

that you might pitch a tent in that place in which you are
where the language is no language and the food is light
I should lay down my life and devour this heart if I was this bright
bird of heaven, laying down my body in that garden where two are one
I should be glad to burn and die in jealousy at such a love,
this kind of love, our love
these loves, one love

I should be glad to be proved relentlessly into non existence
and disappear entirely into no-self
What will you do with me, Son of God, what will you do?
do it at once!

I've run out of clever plans
the only thing, to be consumed

If I told you I met your Son
Once, and in that Once I met every Son?
Would you laugh at me?
Would you posture some theosophy or philosophy
nothing in the face of this love

by you, If I am deer eat me! at once, I am a feast,
you who have surrendered entirely
If I am Moon, let this hare of self be thrown into the fire
Infinity times, consume me until this appetite is sated
this pleasure, ours
Come at me again!

In this river, "I" disperse. Reborn unto a rebirth that takes
birth and death away the same.
So quiet, then, and so holy.

In your face in this perfection all mountains crumble all flatten
and we are one, I am free of this mountainous wanting
I am fulfilled, I am so full, the world here, so arching agony Full

then all outside extinguished in what lies within -
this Kingdom, and you Alone remain

unrest from me o' wrestler of self I've left behind all coldness until I am pyre
flame and burning
at once! now

Fire in your eyes, luminous one
drink a thousand cups of this you say

until you are senseless and ruined with Love
until your fire consumes all

This trembling,
this fire
Yours

Ripped from body a thousand ways I tell you
in him I saw You and in You, him

Lighting this Fire Anew at Every Moment
how can this be? No more of anything
except surrender