Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Daye 5 / Der Maya Tapestrie

wake up o man
at least now
wake up
consider this whole creation
as a mere dream
this world
is like a flower in bloom
as you watch it
it wilts
right before your eyes
why are you
so attached to it?
~ Brahmananda

***

O majesty
neither the waking
nor the dream is real
only you
the you
that is beyond all

***

time slows
the lights flicker
harin puts her head upon my shoulder
eau de campagne
her strawberry aura
turning slowly white
telephone lights up
hear it ring
delicate fingers
calloused by guitar strings
flattened by piano keys
adorned by jewels and rings
turquoise scarlet
abalone gold
silver
she says we came from nowhere
and we're heading back there
i agree
happy in the knowledge
that we're off the graph
never been on the graph she says
years from now
we will laugh about all of this
she remembers to breathe
breathe slowly
breathes
telephone lights up
hear it ring
something i remember from my childhood
a place where i used to live
high in the bowdon hills
overlooking the green
one day when i was about ten years old
i looked out of a window on the top floor
through my fathers binoculars
saw an apparition
out in the fields near the priory
myself as an adult
derek e. and st. b
on a a sunny day in september
walking funny
funny strange
not funny ha ha
saw me watching them
aknowledged me with a wave
reached through the glasses at my eyes
had to put the binoculars down
and lock them away in that little wooden case
spoke to my grandmother
over the red telephone
she warned me off
using them again
told me that they were enchanted
made my father promise to lose them
or forget he ever had them
telephone lights up
hear it ring
let it ring

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