Growing quietly

In the ferocious deluge of our galactic center

Things fall down

And rise again!

The center can hold!

Just then,

Colors splashed across my screen

Psychedelic, Baby

Said the voice unseen

Pain is here to say

Before you wake

Before you sleep

I am

As though

That thing called love

Had never, ever, been.

Peter,

Come out into the deep

God is underwater

Create the water that is the ground

And you will only ever make one thing

Life! Life! Life!

God is underground

Says alls that creep through the endless night

Like

Vermin, toads, beetles, slugs, worms

In the buzz and slurp and suck

She gives

New life

HNIWSH

Elohim say

All things greeting one another

HNIWSH OMEGA

IMAGINE

Each and I

Dream

Eternum Pace

The heart of our birth

Beats here, too.

Let!

It!

Be!

And we saw that it was good.

All things

Being

One another

Was the first day.

Sutra Corso Recorso Me Cassa Soul Cassa

Once again,

We return, I am,

To the home

Of the living and the dead.

W'Odin's day is come upon the land

Bloeden Eternum

Pulse

Beat

Electric Hum

But for the strain

Goes "love is mine"

Said I,

A flitting thought

A strange red eye

With salty tears.

Odin and Iris

Have only one desire of us

To walk upon the ground

To place a foot

Upon itself

And seal the wound of thy birth

To cascade like Ares mighty thunder

Through all the spired halls

Of eternity

Of eternity

Father!

We say,

I want to kill you

Mother!

We say

I want to fuck you!

And the light

And the dark

Was the third day.

The Northern Lights have seen

Stranger things than this

And yet

You will call it

"familiar"

For the blood lives inside

The word without a land

Imagination!

Sounds like Trumpets

The seal breaks

And Imagination curls beside the long hill

And smiles in her sleep

With every breath of her dreaming

Love was in the air

And I breathed in

And she breathed out

On the second day.

These figures

But faint drops of water

Propelled by darkest space

To echo through the mountain chamber

Where sits the royal jewel of heaven

Blessed Christi

From Nothing, here

To where only place is relative to me

Imagine

This

Is where

The shadows of flying birds

Themselves,

Images of Light

First wrote a word for free.

Finis Thursday, November 29, 2001 10:11 A.D. dreamtime

Salt Spring Island