I felt that you should know that I wrote this poem floating across the Atlantic when I was in the navy on New Years evening 1999/2000. It is a Sacred poem. It came from a dream that I had. Where I became a dolphin. I remember thinking that humans move clunky. :) One of your poems about a thousand years is very close to what I envisioned.
A Word...A Soul
What I feel is a need to rejuvenate my soul.
No stimulation in numbers alone, in cold organizing logic.
graceful winds acting and intertwining.
embraced only by death.
As I feel with my heart, I know what to do.
What to never do.
For in remorse I cry to feel alive.
Tainted with my sweat and spirit of life.
With a word, Joy and yet Sorrow.
Both with emotion...Both with meaning.
In the wind that I hear, like graceful whispers.
of something, a soul perhaps.
As close as lover, but as distant as the folds of time and space.
A thousand years a layer.
Euphoric, and Invisible.. Inwardly Visible.
In the fire I see it's nature, It's purification.
Bathing me in cooling water, anointing me, protecting me to ascending and embracing this Love.
Saturating me into a dream, not one that requires sleep.
Falling into the cracks of reality.
As I knew it to be, as I now see energy, the emotion.
Without need of eyes.
Everwhere, Ever changing, & yet EvertheSame.
All in trinity & a silent forth.
In a whisper, a word, a being.
Existing nowhere, Now here, Existing everwhere.
The trinity and the silent Forth.
My home on earth in two dimensions, inside of her, my partner word.
My silent partner, as manifested She.
For this is a Love song.
A song for Her and a Song for us all!
Rejoice! For God is a Love song.
And for me God is a She. For me.
For I could never hope to have such grace without She in my Dreams, whispering.
For God is both A Eve, and A Adam.
And Together shall they rise.
In defeat of death... In defeat of fatigue.
For in the Ash of the Fire bird, The seed shall bloom roots!
Saturated in soil and Earth the Fire purifies inside, & power subsides.
For in the energy of Life! The fire does not burn.
For it becomes a cradle in Mother's arms.
A gentle ballad, A song of love.
Transcending apart of... And yet a part from.
Transforming... Because the meaning is there.
Because I am there, because we are all there.
Rising and tired, like night into day.
But now a curse on my head. Lifted... As if never heavy.
As Eyelids shut closed within Self.
For sleep and slumber.
My eyes are now only for She.
For she is apart of me.
Yet we are real, yet we are both true.
Beyond the folds, that are now as close as a whisper.
who is silent & and waiting for me.
From lip to ear.
Fold of the silent forth.
We are. Inward we become out.