Psalm 25
Psalm 25 Cast by cast I dismiss their well-intentioned words In my own waders fish the Arnold’s Blackening mouth – Sip the bitter wine of her death Across the river – Te Ruru’s enduring call Out of darkness – Te…
Psalm 25 Cast by cast I dismiss their well-intentioned words In my own waders fish the Arnold’s Blackening mouth – Sip the bitter wine of her death Across the river – Te Ruru’s enduring call Out of darkness – Te…
Psalm 24 Climbing rain wreathed Te Kinga Tīwaiwaka flits & pips about my feet See – See – your Te Kinga lives – See – See – the beauty of her eyes Heart aflame I retie mucky boots My cheeks,…
Psalm 23 Mind convinced Love pulls the outside in – On my 60th birthday I ascend Te Kinga Burning Kevin Moran 16/5/11 Whakapapa: This poem includes words adapted from ‘the voice’ (heard on the cusp between sleep &…
Psalm 22 I Am Neither Kevin Nor Not-Kevin Neither Christian nor not-Christian Neither Taoist nor not-Taoist Neither Shaman nor not-Shaman I Am Neither & Not I Am Both & Becoming & A fountain of tears floods forth from the mountain…
Psalm 21 People keep small statues of them A clay one sits on the filing cabinet in my office My wife has a fluffy one she hangs on the Christmas tree I know a man who changed his name so…
Psalm 20 I know not what brings me To coil languid on the black stone of my life To flicker in tongues At the departing language of the mind I am walking snake Hissing word I rise ruthless In the…
Psalm 19 What wakes, in such haste At the solstice point of my life What rod, now bitter, now sweet Do I grasp in these budding hands In whose triumph, with what chains To which obligation am I led In…
Psalm 18 In the light and dark of my soul I wake to a thousand presences What land is this? Which city? Who approaches? What calls? Mundus Imaginalis thou art: ancestral Abode, first fruit of primordial time It is you…
Psalm 17 In a dream An abbess - Emissary of an ancient order Of the hallowed feminine Comes to me – Takes my arm – Guides me to a dying postulant Commands Do not live in the circle Of ever…
Psalm 16 How much you love me On your lap Stoke my fur And pat my back Till midnight strikes Your shattered house Where I am That And thou art mouse Love me then! Kevin Moran 6/7/10 Whakapapa: This poem…