Rest in the swallows of never ending fortitude,
From pits and dimensions_ beyond our undying love.
What fame _ The wondered absence_many time sets_swayed…as
Certain practiced rounds remain_ In proof of limit_
Has in _ entering upon the veil of fine circumstance
Been Wise_ To perambulate amidst the tombs.
Man_ survived despite _one lasting request
What was_undying authority_grinding to _A halt.
Wavering not~In suspension of motives worn
_this errant knight applied his brain.
Lost in the while, but not forgotten, he forged_
the edge _his sword with heat and light.
Quantifying action in course of sight.
Believing the observed manifestation was
_ mental, spirit powers revealed.
Stronger than casting stone_
The crown of thorns remained
By measure found of natural breaths
_Trusted limits _ Corresponding.
Renewal of older ways with plans, yet found
No diminishing of luster, What lasts_ On
Feeling the soft petaled feathering of breezes_abounding
Lest, not , of vision_ in light and song
He sings for loves_ long passed.
Upon sweet request_hope’s deep desire…longing.
Lest our review _ the ladder of this lacing_
That will arrive through_ spacing
Immaculate conscription to the level pages borne
If man adrift_upon this plain_has_by near pleasures _
Evidence __What regains_ More_
the age of There and Then.
What comes by this Life_ so changed _
If less _What of _ Means?
The inspiration of All things_ Light.
Perchance_ words I choose _ come truth_ By my mouth
I trust, as once, in all advice~in being real
As never before, am I, more certain, What has _ This
Coming _in_me_Within_these memories of_
Years of Timeless Passing.
That was designed_ Being , as I am_
Friendship, Love , and Goodwill
I write this, as it is_ The work I do.
To no avail _To score it not.
The practice given.
I take, I seek, I give, I want , I need, I get_
As in no particular order_ I find the way.
Amidst the righteous words of Life _ I live.
Enter live_In camera_ I examine, and, in it, find
Mine ‘own’_ reality of sense. In actuality_
Livening the progress of simple measures
Where and whence _ I pursue my goals.
Whether be night or wrong
I know _all convicted order of this end.
Truly riding on level participation along our path.
By bolts and partings of these second sights,
Not out of phrase_what comes back_Is_ to me
You are the trial _I follow _ I find easy_ Not _what is.
Back into_What in me_ wanted _ always more _ of having not
On orders_not to give_To be here _Unwound , but True.
So, as all things are coming through…Once more
Is found the crack_ , A wall , A tomb
By design _What’s left…on the back of the darkness _in Light
Of these_ Questions of prostrations and prayer.
The inside of dark_Through breathing_ Release
To the path of Life resumed…Inside_
Opened _By_ To the Way.
Gotten rhythms mean _ All the Shapes of Things
To see and say_ Rounding out _The Forms
Calling out_ to rooms
To say_ Be Alright in Hopeful Insight.
Turn on the Light_ To Dear Life ~All Eventuality
And as Thee_ Described this Way_ Upon my heart
I give back_As Can _What goes and goes_
As_On and On_
Go On! In Truth and Word
This Nobility of Hope;
This Love Of Manner.
Not the End
Trust the Rust 3/09