The Natural World

Love is the net the spider weaves It functions as snare and universe A mouth and a hand A setting to briefly know life and to lose it Darkness to fill with the aching light of stars A mind to fill with dreams Heat. Damp air. No strength. A life begins. Wind. Cold grass. Frost heaves. Stones pushed through time. The sun, moon and earth trace lines. The eye sees. Light spills inside. Grace weaves through threads hung in between the trees of heaven and latticed leaves. Details demand scribe. Page thirsts for ink. Life finds a witness. Earth mirroring grace - As a mother embraces her murderous sons As a fox takes unhatched young from nest Its avian pearls Brought to her home underground Kits fangs tear through gold And the day moon observes Fate tying souls who die and who eat Days move through loss, suns rise over grief Details demand scribe. Page thirsts for ink. Life makes its witness. Skies mirror space. The bodies of gnats suspended in cracked-glass corners Love is the harness that holds them in place Discarded bodies digested by time Love is a sentence the spider speaks as it weaves us into the natural world Life blooms and withers at once

Sun in the center crowning horizon Spilling through valleys, soaks into leaves Light in the morning, clawing through unprepared eyes Thief of sleep and sight, decider of life That blooming orb of flame Its constant daggers Imbuing dust with thought To languish under its watch Sun in the center rejecting horizon Warping landscapes, dehydrating skies Unknowable vastness of temporal majesty heat singed strands, unraveling braids This stretching ring of flame Its lunar occlusion Alignment of bodies and sight Encircling ring of dusk Night sky smoldering Solar soliloquy interrupted Witness the sun overtaken Reminder of dark’s omnipresence Golden light pooling in vacant chambers The womb of nothing Black from which no light escapes This sun will burn out Outlived by space which held it The bladed sun whose rays pierce into our minds The moon between brings stars to midday sky The cold of space soaks into the desert floor And through it all the sun still burns

Step back from the mind See through every eye Observing the vacuous sight Reflected in unending life Know dark in the darkness Hear silence which calls Emptiness prevailing Echoes from black wings Inhaling the deepening empty Formlessness eroding itself Collapse walls surrounding our hearts The dust from which we sculpted meaning Falls back into a soft black absolute To rest on stone within the ego tomb Shedding the chrysalis of material existence Discarding hierarchies which serve to separate Relinquish the nature of time And the concept of self Known physical properties Dissolve in the gaze of The great equalizer Ash of selves commingling The soil swallows Roots grab at bone As a mind returns Blurring fragments Tessellate The braid unraveling As it is wound Lives guided Through their moments A constant flowing Everything Step back from the mind See through every eye Observing the vacuous sight Reflected in unending life Know dark in the darkness Know the light that leaks in Hearing the voices of time Emptiness prevails

Misaligned teeth in flatbed press gearboxes Poorly burnished plate tearing through parchment Copper burrs embed in wool blanket skies as the heavens roll us through etched lives Yet an image is pulled Its substrate, while damaged, still functions And still a message is told Its meaning, while mangled, is purposed The ink that is left behind delivers us a new and damaged world As the sentences just carry on for each soul to inherit as a debt Falling water escaping as paint brush stroke Passes fleeting through memory and hand Sky hung floods suspended over mountaintops Drawing storms in heavens above From night, a vision bestowed Its genesis, mental, uncovered And still a message is held Its meaning, illusive, now recorded in the pigments left behind A passage into past internal worlds The sentences would act as nets for dreams caught half-millennium in fiber Symbols on paper form concepts of life engraved into being Illusory process, immovable masses chiseled in time and thought Columns of water cut into the earth tearing through land Mountains eroded through dreams metaphor telling uncertainties Atrophied functions of contact employed a cognitive dewclaw Disparate pieces of mind interact through chambers unused Languages gesture toward physical worlds constructing ontologies Living from imprinted ancient light A universe sparkborn New understanding of consciousness through Gutenberg’s apocalypse Waves felt from actions of lives never known Durer's dreams of deluge Columns of water cut into the earth Symbols on paper inform life Languages gesture to physical Abstract becomes an immovable mass

Has the funnel weaver moved from the mouth of its den? The air stays cool in the mornings, the sun stays low but rises. After observing the rhythms of life around us, Is there any reason to fear change? Impermanence lending substrate to meaning A celebration of holding on, then letting go Filling and emptying Lungs and stomachs Waking from slumber To be met with the night again Born to this world Then enshrouded by womb once more Waking from slumber Met with the night all at once After observing the rhythms and passage of shadows, Is there any reason to fear change? Has the cat bared its young? have they opened their eyes? The grass is dried from spring and drought It catches in fur and moves inside Patterns which seem arbitrary Yet arise from necessity They want to see their mother They hear her movements in the brush First moments of life among rose thorns She feeds them til they can see and hunt And teaches them with a crippled locust While the spider still sits in its home by the window Impermanent

Two fingers in the Longinus wound Gesturing to a cosmic realm Through the veil of human flesh A universe is stored therein Where there is fire which gives off eternal light And there is an ocean which reflects the stars And there are roots like veins pushing through the earth And there are vast fissures where emptiness prevails Two nails through divinity’s wrists A human display of carnal malefaction Each palm weeping sacrosanct blood A karmic deficit wrought in deicide We are as bottomless vessels Wells siphoned from sacred springs We are as the crops and winter kill Heads bowed as split stems under snow Amongst the nerves of the world In blurred fragments of existence Among the static of night Stars become lost in the snowfall

Angels descend from shimmering bitumen Clawing at horizon, crawling down from the stars Innumerable hands cradling stone and pulling at cliffs An inverted sky touched by cold rage of the dark I’ll be in your dreams Passing through seemingly separate minds I’ll speak through the dark Lost language of scorched memories Angels descend from shimmering bitumen Unfurl tapestry of nucleic honesty Sudarium shroud of lurid blood drapes across sky A raised tattered banner, triumph of the weeping night Walking through this pitch Led by the light in the back of the mind Summits beyond reach Of ladders with rungs of blades A view of eternal nature Earth as a serpent which writhes across time Forests glinting as thunderstorms Wooden light ascending Over impossible oceans of land Where mountains crash as waves A nearly still water sculpts a world Walking through black air Guided by light in mind Led to a clearing of bone-pale grass Leaves reflect moonlight It flows through our dreams Passing through separate minds A voice from the night Lost language of hidden world A language written in silk threads Whispers from the spider’s tongue Offered from the depths of the river’s cold And the gift of a snake’s molt on shoreline Fossilized imprints of life An empty sky spills around us This balanced and natural world knows you