a beautiful beast alights in the night
in my warmest cabin heart in my soft childhood glow
in my cosy hour before sleep i’m all dreamy
all my memories are soft and red
my dad is dead and alive
in my blessings which i counted on
i roll my dice twice not quite a full house
a pair of coincidences
a pair of choose
a single point of implosion from whence springs forth universes
as i sleep i wrote this poem right now
in my dreamiest dream i am a great poet writing his book
blah blah fucking blah i go
some medieval doctor ponced up in my gown
against a backdrop of castles and towers and forests i go
a man of astronomy a man of the lord
certain rites that unconstrain my soul
i wander in the cemetery come across my own grave
that cant be right !…. i must be confused
someone is waving a flag in my face
go on! screams the crowd whove gathered around
with my foot to the floor i sped in to a beyond
slow down! warns the law
i hurtle recklessly unable to stop
god in his universal form is almost unobtainable
our ears would burst our eyes would grow opaque
our minds our books our grandest theory fails to contain him …
asking him why he did this or didnt do that……?
why ….its like a flea asking leo da vinci about his tea..
more and more i feel his presence
one thing at a time
in his different aspects
i feel the blessings of saraswati goddess of art
as my fingers travel over wood and paper and wires and keys
as i try with my mind tho always via my fingers to pull something out
pull something out of this stubborn darkness that does not always give lightly
somehow i have received her sublime blessings
it is with with great love she guides her devotees
now a new voice directs my hand
it guides me over shadow through echo out of hyperbole
oh wonderful spirit i cannot accept your gifts without proclaiming your generosity!
i saw my fathers fingers wander over his piano
how do you know what theyre doing ? i asked him once
i dont know they just do it on their own now ..he said
the music itself would take him and it would make his fingers roam the keys
only occasionally crashing into discord
the spirit that good spirit has possessed and moved through me too
oh great joy and blessings my beautiful children all too singing playing
making and will make more beautiful music for this world
humble servants of a greater creator
who says to the birds sing !
he says to man sing !
man says but what do we sing?
he says to man everything you sing will in some way be me
man says where will i find you when i need you?
but man realises he is in an empty room on his own
talking to himself