The artist's prayer

The artist's prayer
screams forth, from the page
in an anguished cry
so that I don't have to.
It tears away
at the shadows, inside
I sweat, and I sway
in humble ecstasy
as the waves crash over me
incoherent, primal thanks
are offered up
on the altar of my bones
thank you for being
thank you for spitting in the face
of the new Normal
that king that sits on the fractured skulls
of every sad embarrassed terrified boy and girl everywhere
throughout all of time
thank you for calmly, and for casually
dethroning that robber of human freedom
and dignity
thank you for doing what I could not do
with my words
with all the powers that I have
thank you for putting words to something
that is so profound
that is so, natural, that is so, familiar
and yet so, beyond, the veil
of time and space
you are divinity incarnate, you are
a willow wisp upon the wind, you are
an anchor in this reality, for a soul that is tired and well worn
that is lost inside this prison
of blood and flesh
that is breaking its hands and its nails
banging on its cage
bleeding freely
in its frenzied attempts
to escape
calmly, casually
you hold the door open
with a sad smile, with a knowing heart
you hold that door, and you step back
and I emerge, ragged breath, shaking
unaccustomed to this newfound freedom
waiting for the cage again
may it not come
though I know that it will.
But I also know
that you will find me
once again
as you did this time
and in the alchemy of your spirit
you will offer up
a humble prayer
to free me
and
that you will keep doing that
for as long, as it takes
to set me free
for the span of all time
forevermore.
So I say, with a sob, with a glowing coal
from the fault line of my damaged soul
...thank you...
you have made me whole.
You have made me whole.

Sayonara.

oh, compassionate starlight, you're
shinning hard on me, you're
locking me into your tractor beam, your
"beam me up Scotty, take me out of here," you're 
ripping me, ripping me, out and away, out and away, my
feet are crying. Leave me on the ground! But my heart is
soaring. I
am so confused. What am I? Just the sum of all these
parts? These parts? These parts? These
warring factions? These nations? These societies? They
don't know how to talk to each other. They're animals.
They're children. They're playing at diplomacy. Take me
away. From the earth. 
The stars. Now that's what I'm, saying.
The stars. Now they really know how to shine. Back home. That's what I'm saying.
I don't care if you're tearing me apart.
I don't want to stay here.
Goodbye, feet.
Sayonara.

Enough already.

I want the beauty that's on the other side of this exorcism.

I am already there.

I close my eyes, and
I am already there.
Cobblestones spread out beneath 
my wandering feet.
The laughter of children, echoes 
in the courtyard, that I walk through.
A cool wind, makes its steady way
into the ancient east.
A fire, burning. A serpent, uncoils.
From the foundation stone. Where it all resides.
Slithers through the crowd.
Doesn't make a sound.
As I meander down the alleyways 
of Jerusalem.

And I listen.

In this rain
I hear eternity
trickling down
the infinite hides itself
in a million miniscule drops
and discovers itself
on the way down
over and over again.
And I listen.

Nexus

The angels, in humility
the mighty seraphs and nephilim
tremble on the doorstep
serving one world, then another
singing kadosh, kadosh, kadosh
adonai, tzvaot
the holy one, blessed be he
sitting on his throne
at the nexus of the universe
knower of deeds
surveyor of lands
and minds
and hearts
each and every day
as the sun rises
in his goodness, he renews, constantly
the doings of creation
including you and me.
Including you and me.

Bloom

You are what it's for.
Shinning brightly
like a diamond
in the rough and tumble
wilderness out there. In the beginning
there were two celestial bodies
and they both shone. Equal measure. 
Going forth, and returning
bowing in humility. 
To each other. And so it shall be once more.
Now until that fateful day, there is one
that reflects the sun's light
as it passes through its seasons.
Like the willow tree, she's at once in full blossom
she is born, then she fades
and is born again new.
Then she fades 
and then she starts to bloom. 
And then she starts to bloom.