Swirls And Whirls ( Lanterne Form)
Quantum Theology for the Paravoidant Poet
The door is locked and I hold the key but it will not fit, the window seems far and my bones splinter as I try to open it, I put on my church shoes but they aren’t as shined as the Gates of Heaven, I can not enter The Doors unless they shine like the sun, I can not turn to face God, yes His light will shine but it will burn through me, He will see through the performance that has been my life, he will know what crawls under my skin and see that the water I drink is not holy, that I sip from the cup of doubt, the taste of restraint stains my lips and cripples everything I do, He will be the
ONCE FOUND
❤️ “I Found You in the Silence”
I found you not in the thunder,
But in the stillness of my soul—
When the world forgot to listen,
And the noise no longer stole.
You came like morning whispers,
Soft as sun on sleepy skin,
Not loud, not grand, but certain—
Like the peace I felt within.
You weren’t a storm or wildfire,
No flash across the skies,
But the steady glow of twilight
That rests behind closed eyes.
I didn’t need to chase you,
You were already there—
In every breath I ever took
Before I knew to care.
You didn’t ask for pretty,
You didn’t crave disguise—
You looked at me and saw me,
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YOU WERE THE LIGHT
There was a time
when everything around me felt heavy.
The garden I used to love
looked dull and lifeless.
Even the butterflies-
they don't move anymore.
It was like they forgot how to fly.
We waited-
for sunlight that never rose.
But no light could pass through,
because my world was wrapped in darkness-
A heavy, breathless shadow.
I don't know how to lift.
At night, I just...
Folded into myself.
Like I didn't want to exist too much.
Even the sky felt far away,
Like it couldn't hear me.
Just then suddenly,
Just as sleep bested my eyes -
Just as sleep bested my eyes -
There came a looming presence -
Strange and full of mysteries -
That alit upon my rest.
There wasn't a familiar word
Sufficient for such trespass
So silence was the measure
For my unexpected guest.
Time was also dissolved;
Every thought - every breath
Was confounded by a love
I scarcely struggled against
But the hour was growing late
So He flew off to find a heart
More predisposed and awake
And gave me over to the dark.
Frolic - frolic along with me
Frolic - frolic along with me
And be as a spritely fawn
Running carelessly through the reeds
As best we can imagine.
Let's traipse across the rivulet
Where a log fell in the right place.
What luck that we should find it
Like it knew of our escapade!
The shrubs have something to say;
Small murmurs are thrown to the wind.
They catch up to us and whiz by
But we've not a common language.
Glowing by the moonlight pallor
Glowing by the moonlight pallor
Are the circles of coyote eyes
Hovering above ground - pair by pair -
Wandering like restless sprights
Seeking for one who's lost their way.
Their banter touches my heartbeat;
My stunted breath rolls out - and I -
I'm glad for their roving company
Near my small chasm where I hide -
But not lost - just gone astray.
Memories
Memories are many, my heart is full
Of gladness for the love I found in you
Love that we manifested and forged true.
You are my anthem, upright and faithful.
Our love is envied by watchful lovers
And mysterious to all except us.
We steadfast run the course of love and thus
You are the sweetness that this life offered
But if the veil of death covers me first
And the air of separation grows cold
Go and seek love again, as I've foretold.
Lest remembrance cause you an aching heart
It's better that you live well and are free
Summer Rain
Listen to the raging summer rain
Mercilessly battering the ground -
Drops bouncing like crickets all around.
What heights its descent has drained
Into the pools when it came unbound!
My head is made silent by the sound
And a sense of cleanliness will remain
After everything's been washed down
And the neighborhood streets have drowned.
Harder still it strikes the window pane -
'Tho a peculiar sun broke through a cloud.
So long as the raindrops continue to pound -
Listen to the raging summer rain!
Neither one waiting at the bend
Neither one waiting at the bend
Nor stationed upon the hill
Was present to make offense
Or entertain some evil will.
A breeze came, another went -
Rattling the bursages
As a creeping serpent
Going into hiding does.
If I died right here -
How many lonesome clouds -
How many foraging birds
Would pass by before I was found?
Would the beloved sun
Care to kiss me good-bye?
Would the angels of the canyon
Guide me on my flight?