Three for Brigid

Here are three recent poems in honor of the Fourth Annual Brigid in the Blogosphere Poetry Slam.

Partial Address

All souls
this is
by way of invitation
confirmation
and one white stone:

No burden light save self

Holy ancient fire
when dion dys still ate
and raging ageless
angel horde,
a cloud to witness
cacophonyof Pentecost
polyphony and euphony
and you well borne
eugenides myself,
Kristophoro Myself!

-- Copper : Abdal-Ataraxia


Not Not Not Vedant

The one constant is
a tone of coherence
deathless, unthought
a taste perceived and magnified

Whatever becomes
becomes id, becomes Ego, becomes God
no superlative save All, distraction
no moralizing ante-Christ
God is Ego inside-out
only God is Real

Word with God, Word become God
God made flesh, flesh made food
food made God and God made Word
one coherent word
deathless, unthought
a taste perceived and magnified

-- Copper : Abdal-Ataraxia


Observe

Everything seems to be humming along.
There is an unavoidable force in Time that says,
"Let's just hurry, hurry, hurry through the next part."

Maybe that should not be challenged.
Maybe it is mercy,
maybe it is dexterity,
maybe it is Grace.

The bees are meeting in caves and catacombs
feeding on the honey of many seasons
and many strange flowers
and they are almost ready to swarm
for a new home and a new Queen
and none shall cut them down
or contain them.

After the eleventh hour, Witches take the skies
then it's brahma-muhurta and Sunrise.

-- Copper : Abdal-Ataraxia