The Great Fire
My voice could not be heard above
the
ebullition of the land.
My humanity could not decipher
freedom. And my will was stricken
with
the terror of itself.
A terror, who but I, belonged to.
My mind was not sure what form of
creature had garbled
the ground.
Or whether my horror was part of its
form.
I considered I knew the sun and
wind. But
decided they didn't
know me.
They were distant metaphors
explaining
the end of everything. Moving
in
the
sky as animals who run for
no apparent reason.
How do we run?
Floods inside my body covered
the
earth
of me and winter mountains washed
my eyes.
The floods told me how to find love.
"Flow,"
they said. "Let love flow
inside
yourself."
The mountains told me how I
would be known.
"Stand,"they
said.
"Stand inside yourself."
Sanctity without hope.
Worship without prayer.
Solidity without boundaries.
I
considered I knew the mountains,
but decided they didn't know me.
The Great Fire was mighty in my
blood
but
it would not fall from the cross.
The Great Fire was unparalleled in
my tears yet they would no longer
melt the
kingdom of my endurance.
The Great FIre made me exist until I
created beauty from frozen ashes.
It would
not tell me the meaning of
ecstasy or pain or whether love
could be satisfied buried in ruins.
Then would I march
through the
universe and find love whispering
nothing.
I thought the Great Fire must be fate
which
had forgotten the mission.
The perfect weapon missing the
perfect target.
It had to be doors opening and
closing
with no one coming in and no one
leaving.
Yet these interpretations were
composed
from my wishes, and as I saw them
come to pass, The Great Fire
encircled me and
poured out promises
which
protected me from the nature of
truth.
Truth I considered I created but
decided, didn't
know me.
Hands
The storm is up to fill
this cup.
These works, my food.
My hands show me they
do not
bleed like memories.
I will be my hands.
I see them. They hold
me.
They breathe for me and
tend to me.
They feed me.
They are on fire.
I will start to walk
upon them
again - then run
- then fly.
My hands are lovers praying
for marriage.
Fear not hands.
Somehow you shall
hold each other without
judgement.
You will be lovers left
alone.
Loving.
Fear not hands.
Hold me.
Breathe for me.
Tend to me.
Wash me