Transfiguration
Where earth meets sky,
On the holy mountain of prayer,
My feet rooted,
In the touching,
Eyes wide open to the Wisdom of stars,
There comes a timeless Ancient One,
Eternal Christ incarnate,
In whom time moves like oysters,
On a seabed,
Dazzling white,
As the sun beam Saints,
of Light,
Bless them,
Through sky green waves.
And the Ancient One,
Touches the Ancient in me,
And the dancing,
In cosmic vibration,
Begins…
*
I try to make sense of it,
I’m going to need to tell everyone,
So, they can dance too,
Surely that’s why,
You brought me here?
But the thinking, so dull,
Cuts silence,
like a club!
Let go what you think you know,
Says the cloud,
To my fear-corpsed brain,
As I notice myself yielding, To her drench-healing rain……….
*
Are you talking to me?
Well, I’m the only one here.
Are you talking to me?
This Christ,
Your Chosen,
Right here all the time?
In me?
In Peter, John, James……?
In everyone and everything?
Are you talking to me?
Are you sure?
‘Cause I’m not sure.
Are you talking to me?
*
Shhh….
