Spirit of the Times....
Zeitgeist wind drying sweat from my forehead 
as I recall a crystalline engine churning in the abyss...
like a tornado on the twilight horizon, 
something is waiting for us out there...
some undertow gravity well 
that draws out the shadows last felt from 
dreaming into the underbelly of a thunderstorm. 
Feel the thousand stories dancing at the horizons edge 
when taking a single strand of night air into your body. 
LookFar into that mirror Jewel Net 
and remember your heritage......
Sol's real, Dreamers all.... 

There are questions that we have dismissed ever since childhood....
...questions that lay bare that most essential....
...face to face with the totality of your own being....
... but with the fresh aired morning sun forgotten for that stretching 
    zenith reaching noon....we are caught in the chase ...the cling...
....the spinning, fleeting wheel of life's web .....
....and those questions we intended to get back to are just 
    some twilight shadows memory swaying on the walls of 
    some forgotten grey-green hallway we haven't walked through since the dream.....
..... when the outward reaching word is most effective it challenges  us 
    to gaze inward once again....
..... to review and reassess.....to take stock of ourselves....to remember....
.... to once again acknowledge our own shadow in the light of 
    those first heavy questions balling up in your throat....
..... thats the gravity tugging beneath the surface like in the movie "WhatDreams May Come"..
... the gravity.....
..... the killing anxiety of those first unanswered questions 
     while our eyes fall upon the stark magenta sunset.....
....the gravity of your own pebble totality suspended there, in the vast infinite .....
....that silent witness who through timeless inward flowing answers the unnameable question.....
.....pebble in the hand I AM ....tossed to that boundless abyss....and rippling shimmer bliss ....
.....and when you shake with laughter ........when you shake with tears.......
.....at that very moment, you are a pulse......radiating outward into the void .....
.....this precious utter shudder that can't help but be heard ..... felt ....
.....all the way to the opposite ends of the universe.....
... to return beneath your feet like distant peals of thunder.....
....this is my heart going out to you at this very moment....
..... an open heart knows a network of vibrations 
      across the fathomless night like an architecture of souls....

A cicadas' mantra to the midnight sun... by SilasFlood

              ~the Beckoning~
brothers apart, since birth it seems
one of world, one of dreams
a widening distance comes between
will you hear the beckoning...?

I cannot tell you where or when
only that... for sure, I've been
among the dark clouds gathering rain
for there do parts of me remain
everyone knows the shores
to which oceans thunder belong
but do we know the distance 
that it's calling from
for you feel that you have lost a day
like a wind blown far away

and who is it that keeps our sleep
whose lullaby to shield the bright
who closed our eyes by sending wind
losing sight to witness night

a mountains vigil, with that quiet
place where energies unite
seeks that cavern where abide
all the things that you might hide...
and at that loft of broadest view
one wonders where one's flowing to
as all that's stored begins to melt
remembering all the things you've felt
know there, what has always been:
that silent witness from within
and all must cross a windy dark
and bear witness to their heart

and in that place where winds will part
where sleeping knowledge grow
hides a force that blows apart
resistance to the flow
and just as with the wind
a tendency can build 
into glimpses of the time
sent rushing through the field
that stirring in the heart
as any wind will show was power from the start
the seed of what we know

and when that mornings' breath does touch me
it holds elusive childhood days
and in whose interest could one say
do other voices in us play...
turning to see both sides
no longer recognized

"you!...hey, I remember a smile"
long since gone, yes it's been awhile
yet I recall words with someone
someone who spoke to me
about our endless possibility
...of what it means to be free
entangled with a flock of dreamers
on winds of long ago...convinced
it was my true home all along
yet I have never been there since


             ~Tapestry~
and now the drying of my sweat
in the tossing of the breeze
permeates my mind
into shadow memories:
the time...the very space we breathe
is waiting, pregnant with the seed
hides the pattern of its weave
dwelling too long with the eye
gets woven into minds design

an earth that draws the time
boundlessly flowing through our minds
molding signs in shadow-lines
pulled by a silent source unseen...

I am the shadow of my sol
gaze among its shade and glow
see the essence of a face
see the acts that leave their trace...
mockery in light, arranged
to silhouette those things unchanged
history wrote in lines of shade
stain a soul that will not fade

so which of the threads that make this weave
surely leads not to deceive
(surely leaves knots to deceive)

there is that brilliant source of hues
blossomed avalanching sun
as an earthy, windy veil
screens the colors we become

watching shadows growing long
knows the twilight as a song
changing colors to the time
of that daylight turned to night
in its blanket lullaby...


       ~Passage Of Souls~
wait there at that calmest waters
....confer with your eclipse
mesmerized, bathed in the glow
as moon reflects your passin' Sol

that "the moon could not be stolen..."
I heard the lowest places say
but watch that Rivers flow now slowing
as the moon is borne away...

before that celestial River white
the dark of space was surely light
and who could know how bright it'd be
if we but see past our debris...

this veil of matter...dust in eyes
hiding the light of a billion lives
a bridge beyond this shore so WIDE
got ta' find that sun inside

the spark of something alien
inside this human shell
left us looking up to heaven
for what just might hide in hell

and there's a sun to everyone
but whose the mother of the sun
she turns her children to the sea
and yet she's still surrounding me...)) )  )

like clouds in the sunrise,
entranced by coming dawn
we're looking at our galaxy edge-on
the One we we're in that womb of the abyss
is the one we return to after this
         (ohh! she sends me so far....)))))))

the crushing weight of being
shadow rolling like a wheel
unless awakened from this dream
we are asleep to what feels real...

up from the corners of this earth
beckon memories beyond birth
of something crushing, tumbling through
to shake a distance within you

where is that source of shifting thought?
where does that breath begin?
...an invisible star in the core of heart!!
so find it before you leave, my friend...
     he-heye-heye-heye-heye-heye-he-ah-hah-hah
          heye-heye-heye-heye-heye-he-ahhhhhhhhh))) )  )   )


            ~Canopy~
and if that world tidal pool collapse
and draw you in again
would you brave that lost expanse
prepared to take the swim...?

and now as something there is leaking
from that floodgates other side
I'm still following the footsteps
not yet washed up by the tide...

don't know if I could fight this sinking
as I drift out to that Wide...no))) ))  )   )
but they can't find me 
till that River has dried....

and as I taste this ?empty space
with unblinking, searching eye
the sense of what could beneath
that far horizon lie

replaced with knowing depths inside
to feel the shore of sight's right here
feels a calling...breaking through
to catch the breath that's leaving you...

only to hear my distant cry
from a world that's closing in
but that bird in it's ocean 
doesn't think about the swim

He's like that fish-of-sky
calling through a sea of rain...
and another day of flight
is yet a new found memory...

please let me breathe!
please let me see !!)))
please let me live !!!...
'ta know my heart! ) .. .. .. ..

and to escape the edge of heaven
is that birds drifting fantasy...
...and swallowed by the sea
...it left no trace of me
...save that of memory


    ~Speak To Me~
tree speak through spirit of wind
tree feel that moving spirit
loud he says its name on high
spirit of wind will never die!!

watch the million spirits fly
breathing wind through sea of sky

that river speaks the tongue
of a silent whisper roar...
that the ocean would hear our
         babbling self-importance
and ! laugh ! against the shore

and when your water stills
the silence fills
with the echoes of an ancient voice
then we recognize that other side 
of hearing deep and speaking void

so laugh with that ocean
the humming of the trees
stir more in the mind 
than leaves in the breeze...

watch the million spirits fly
breathing wind through sea of sky

a tree that sleeps in winter
when he travels with his dreams
will shift his energy to center
as he flies off with his leaves

the stirring of this motion
is that ebb within the tide
a wind of emotion
that mood with the time...

if that of me which I can't see
is just as much a part of me
when will the wind blow through my limbs
and speak to me of mystery...unveiled


       ~Oblation~
We are earth...born of earth
death inearthed: ! eclipse the soul !   		
the eye, the hand: our wills extension
shapes this earth to minds design
this molding earth, as buildings show
our grasp of earth, our world defined

(ah.....) this gripping earth: ! eclipse the sol !
the more he squeezed the more he'd know
this living earth defies control
as the more slipped through his fingers
working body! working soul!

this labor of love: woman and man
that both shed blood in labor of love
a man in the sun sheds freely life's blood
and more...and more, his body dies
with all his heart again he would
to put their lifes need back inside
   
and the woman too, bleeds in her growth
she hides within a dream she's hurled
for the faith to share with her betrothed
yet another life into this world

for that which kills us gives us life
as two paths saw that each reflect
 the reapers call
               ...of an acts' un-awareness
done for you...done for all

what joy in their hearts
could yet account for this travail
your deaths responsibility
must find what joy is there
ruthlessly, but humbly...respectfully

and in that sunrise of a man aware
a horizon divides the here and there
the roughening of the stretched out land
seen in your cut and calloused hand
and then the silent fields are flooded by
your memories in an anguished cry
as a crescent shadow crushed you under
all the weight of what you knew
that all your wounds would burst asunder
in that tide thats come for you...
       "no more my friend, will the sun shine upon your face
       no more will your figure pace the mystery that is earth"

the careless word
like a mishandled sword
places cut will leave their stain
as improper use is all we can blame

as the northern wind reflects the day
in which all things will wane away
it calls through your every whim
calls through that tormentor in men
these small defeats throughout our test
ask us what we're building to
along with myriad tiny debts
that tormentor within us grew
so to what end, but work in vain
not to win like tyrants do
but if we could but end that reign
or maybe we're just not quite through
                 ...and die inside
                 ...and stay the same

watch as your anger uncontrolled
turns into a flaming coal
but throw it and you'll scar the land
hold it and you lose your hand

"forbearance, in a sense, defined
holds back with spirit what is due"
wherever you'll be I'm sure you'll find
that Spirit looking in to you.
be warned and on your guard
despite the wonders that arise...
forget not that the dual-edged sword
still lies in wait...uprooting lies.
be warned, it's blade reflects an Orb
whose light absorbs all...hypnotized
that all your leaks would flow
             for you to know
the half that we disguise....


                          ~LookFar~
                 Copyright 1997, SilasFlood