1 Not suspecting.

Happy alone

Lying quietly, feeling

full

unrealized potential

I thought I was whole

unreminded of an

empty longing

place within

Did I want to know then?

Not an inkling

unaware and happy

almost smug,

full

Loving myself and the ways

I’d found

and been shown

Like a flat green field of grass

Living in the breeze

The wind’s desolation

had passed over

and now, fed

Nourished

blasted clean

and pure

Still Unaware, unrealized, untapped how was I to know?

Sleeping, I didn’t know your face then.

2 Consciousness was being

round, whole and full

like a fisheye mirror

a circular track

blue sky

green grass

soft wind Looking up

Lying on my back

Folding and gently dissolving

Into itself

at the edges

Feathered edges

like wings

Like a bird

flying

and looking out

at the world

born up gently

and moving forward

as I stretch out

to embrace

the air

the sky

the world

with senses so full

marvels so many

to see

and daily

The currents and

powerful mysteries

bore me up

and

allowed me to forget

that my

nest was bare

empty and desolate

Sometimes I remembered the soft breeze

can turn harsh

and cold

suddenly

but I stayed warm inside

and

still

my consciouness and being round, whole and full

complete

joyous

and self-contained

like an egg

smooth, round and beautiful

becoming itself,

apparently.

Not suspecting.

III The longest night

of the year came

it was dark

but warm inside

Friends had gathered

in a game

revellry

and fragrant trees

consumed in fire

as fluid fruit

and water and

blood flowed

within and without

Mists, hazes, hilarity

time stopped

In honor

And in remembrance

all of us,

waiting for the sun

The first intimations

of light

and hope,

and the birth of a new year

for us

with unspoken hopes within

to realize

this birth inside

of a

new way

unspoken and unknown

unborn and so unwished for

Like a spark

a forgotten dream

the wisp of a floating feather

unseen

against the anticipated glare

of newborn sun

We squinted

and I saw

across a circle

Beauty

dark and light

shining, soft

piercing

the mists and hazes

an unforgetable

face

wrapped up in warmth

within my home

and yet

too far to reach then

in

the company of another.

4 Then it was a night

Again

no night graced by

special fluctuations

of the stars

or the return

of any honored

cosmic orb

but still a night,

within which

did my heart and mind

reach out

and

draw back in

arrythmic living palpitations

Consciousness was round,

whole, full and

too self-confident

hen trembling

shining

imperfect

fisheye mirror

quicksilver’s cracked

and flaked

reflection’s failed

and from the other side

some different images

could now intrude

the eggshell thinned

and I could feel

a scratching

And then surprise

your face

appeared again

I saw you close and clear

and found

that I might know you

There was a rumbling,

deep

unsteady

sure

a trembling quaking

granite turns to sand

I’m scared

I saw your face and form

and was reminded

then

in images long dormant

and

thoughs long unconceived

of an empty nest

and

winds so cold

and desolate

they’d

stripped my feathers

bare and ragged

through fantasies

of flight

but I stayed warm inside.

In fact I burned.

This bird’s to be a Phoenix, then

consumed to ashes

and reborn in flames

screaming through the

fire

with renewing strength

I cry in Love,

I fly

and burst the bonds

of predetermined worlds

in sweeping strokes

and thrusts

and cracked the cosmic egg.

Look out

new world

I Love You.

-- Anonymous, June 15, 2002