Mysterium Tremendum

Something in the void, in the unknown, before time, before space

Something living before life, breathing in the nothingness . . . life

Something radiant before light and dark, radiating in the emptiness

Some One before anyone, heart before hearts, soul before soul

Some One speaking in the silence before speech, Word before words

Some One loving Another, the same One, and Another One

By what Name? Tao . . . Brahman . . . Demiurge . . . Welt Geist . . . God

Unbirthed birth-giver, uncreated creator, unseen all-seeing, all and nothing

Something, Some One unapproachable approaching . . . reaching, touching

Approach the Everlasting

To speak of the One who brings to an end the stammering tongue

To ascend the holy Mount never moving further than when begun

To gaze upon Beauty through blinded eyes and to sing the Song unsung

To taste the Bread that satiates hunger yet leaves me starving for more

To dive into the River of Life to drown in order to live forevermore

To grasp that which cannot be grasped and swim in burning fire

And to wholly burn in that sacred Fire never being consumed

Life by and through and within . . . the Everlasting One

Shattered and Blown Away

Spinning atop the world as the world blows us away today

Ever so confusing unity in fusion of souls now torn apart

But heartfelt love is an art of delicate balance in eloquence

Yet the cold, dark Cosmos knows nothing of this spirit dance

Or the stance we make and the chance we take to hold on

Even as another mold is shattered by an unseen hand

In command of the destinies of all lovers young and old

Down Pembleton Road

There lives a mystery down Pembleton Road,
Where it makes its abode with stools of toad,
And ever thick fog hanging low over its bog
That brightest light cannot penetrate —
Tis always night and filled with blight —
And you ask, what lives there but a reprobate,
Some deformed shadow lurking all around
Under naked tree branches so you hardly see,
But you know it lives in dark as thick as brick,
And that it’s been there long before the street,
And it has no name but it has staked its claim,
And no one is welcomed on Pembleton Road,
But the unwary move in some times, at least,
Until the pet-beast craves another meal
And, thus, seals the doom of strangers,
Who seemed oblivious to the curse, and so
Now find there place in the back of a Herse,
That is, if there is anything left to bury . . .
And this is the only time it makes merry
With cackling laugh that can only be heard,
Never seen . . .
There lives a mystery down Pembleton Road,
One undiscovered but still known all too well,
And at a short distance chimes the church bell
As if to punctuate this evil on Pembleton Road

Flowing Into One Another … Your Love

Oh I prayed and thought you didn’t hear, my Shepherd so dear;
So I screamed and fell, yet you still felt so very far away.
I cried, lamented, and my very soul was gripped in abject fear;
In oppressive darkness I laid down with my own ending so near.

Ah, do we embrace before ere we touch? Sweet kiss
In the Eye of the Mind before lips ever meet?
Like the oceans and the river and the mountain
Springs, do we flow into one another, fulfilling?

You awakened me from my deathly slumber and enabled me to see;
You moved in the night in heavenly light, and answered my plea;
You opened my eyes, breathing in me life in timeless eternity,
So your Spirit rushes in, and in your love is my only safety.

Ah, shall we laugh and cry like the wind and the rain?
Play like the moonlight across sweet mountain lake?
Shall we belong to each other, both giving and receiving,
Never living apart, no more than branch without tree?


Note: First published in June 2015, now republished due to some renewed interest as well as for the enjoyment (and inspiration?) of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!

On the Night Train

What cargo do you carry as you come barreling through?
Is it good or ill to seal my destiny desperately or in ecstasy?
What passengers ride along and do they belong to the night
Or to the light? Are they kind enough to mind themselves?
And do you bring grain for the hungry soul or only pain?
Nothing is plain to see in such numinous rain; it’s insane!
But, then, what should one expect . . .? It is the night train

Before Ten Thousand Faces

You are before ten thousand faces,
Base of the cosmos, ever in place,
Peace for whom all race and chase,
Grace in beauty and beauty in grace;
You erase every inhibition
And never anyone debase;
You embrace and enlace me
With your passion-love from above,
And place me to showcase me
As you embrace me so tightly;
You are the end
Of the ten thousand falls,
Answering ten thousand calls
In one second of time, great ‘n small;
You forestall impending doom,
And to you I’d crawl
But you ask me to stand tall
Though I cannot help but fall
Before your charm and grand beauty,
And what other song to sing so long,
Except of my love for you, for me?


Note: First published in December 2016, now republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!

Sailing the Deep Soul Sea (Recast)

Take me out of my marshy lagoon at high noon
To sail the wide open azure sea; I want to be free

Through the narrow opening where the sparrow flies
Guide me before my soul dies in this concavity of lies

It is a galleon, this ocean stallion of my salvation
Yet uncertain for the duration of this journey
But fascination draws me into an ocean
Without limitation and far away from
My swampy bay of self-damnation

Off the brackish shelf and out from myself
Into the soul of heaven without digression
Nor concession, an expression of freedom
Let me make my confession in procession
Into heart liberty with no more discretion

Oh, sail me now into the keep of mystical deep
Where lays life unknown, blown by your breath
Away from my groans alone in this secluded bay
Out into the bright, numinous light of day to stay
Never to return to my bay
Never to stray from glory . . .

Through the narrow opening where the sparrow flies
Guide me though into open azure sea; I want to be free

Sailing the deep soul sea
Sailing the deep soul sea
Sailing the deep soul sea


Note: First published in October 2016 this poem and its second part represent a personal, mystical-spiritual journey within the broad tradition of the Christian faith.

Fall Into Your Eyes

Silently, softly, I fall into your eyes
And know for you I hold no surprise;
Emerald gaze, penetrating, intoxicating,
Here there is luscious, lovely serenity
And happily I know I am secure;
To look in you is crossing the brook
From shadows into real reality,
An unseen world all around me
And I am bound by your affection,
Deflection from earth in reflection
Of heaven; you leaven my heart,
Not in part but in whole,
Throughout my soul
And fill the hole in my life
To overflowing, glowing radiantly
With you . . . with merely a glance,
By no chance, but because you see me
And cleave to me as I cleave to you
And together we swim in the blue
Ocean of the sky by day and by night,
Through the dark into the light,
But you are brighter still than the sun
And the moon and all the stars afar . . .
Soon, very soon, we will forever
Be together, heart in heart, ne’er to part
Ne’er to part . . . heart in heart as one


Note: Previously published in October 2016, this is one of my personal favorites. It is my hope that new reader-followers will enjoy this poem as well. God bless!