Psalm 17
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 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…
Psalm 15 I place my faith in the Eye of the Father That violent Eye, which shatters and re-shatters The shackles of this small self Till I rise phoenix-like From the ashes of my religion To stride whip in hand…
Psalm 14 I bind upon these lips this day A traitor’s guarantee I will betray what brings me here For that which sets me free I will depart the way so clear For that I cannot see For that which…
Psalm 13 Where selfhood fails & soul takes flight I swallow owl in dappled light & who, who; who, who; who, who Who: in my heart delights? Where moon stands still & midnight hoots I breathe in owl till oned…
Psalm 12 You are the eyes of midnight You gather here tonight Beyond the chime of black & white You are my saving light The eye of hawk & owl & dove Are wedded in your love The eye of…
Psalm 11 I love the way your tiny pieces touch fingers as they parachute, like confetti, among the roses & the generous arrival of quail with their green pea paper-pecking ways & general nod of agreement as the whole garden…
Psalm 10 the night the lightning flashed & the struck-tower of my life fell i discovered afresh, the lightning-hurler smiling from the cradle of my shaken heart i have come to love this feisty little Zeus ever-creative in the sand-clock…
Psalm 9 By slow descent By ladder lost I make my way No matter cost To river mouth To primal shore Gather runes A poet’s door To ride upon The impossible wave The burning Word My heart obeys Till balance…
Psalm 8 For the Self is the Stone & The Fruit of the Self Is Authenticity Courage Creativity Depth Embodiment Earthiness Vitality Passion Audacity Vision Reverence Resourcefulness Connectivity Originality Insight Humanity Heartfullness Presence Integrity & Fun Such is the Fruit…