Light Bodies

"Washed in Light," photograph by David Noah

Athens, Georgia

September 27, 2013

Forged from Light

and Will to Be

condensing bits

of information

Spare abstractions

bare equations birthed

in time to earthen bodies

word and dust

Made humankind

where thoughts careen

through three pound prisons

fired by feelings

Primal scream

to tribal voodoo,

nursery rhyme

to alleluia.

A thousand tongues sing broken

rhyme, ten thousand voices vie

for time in neural networks

born to die, yet something watches

Deep inside –

freedom is a mirrored maze

with no path back

and branches split forever forward

Built atop the tangled byways

burrowed deep within the psyche

trapped by musty cells inside

the catacombs of joy and tears.

But out beyond all self reflection

past the chain of explanation

unconstrained by mere causation

life abundant whispers, dear

You are your light body

the woken one

serene as Siddhartha

sharing his smile

The soul of Yeshua

encircled by sinners

with stones in hand

and softening hearts.

Yours is the earth of Adam

the wind of Lao Tzu

the fire of Elijah, yours

the still waters.

Let go the deathly grip on grace

and loose the light body –

your own true face awaits

the joining.

To My Daughter, Turning

Athens, Georgia
September 2, 2013

There was a time before

– so asserts the desert

mind – before your tiny face

carved love on our hearts,

Bound to a new blessing

of joy and terror, tied

to a miracle, millennia in

making, robust and fragile

Both, the improbable becoming

inevitable as time reveals

fresh wonders, which always

lay latent in life, in stardust,

In what came before. There is

no time before we loved you

and there can never be

a world where we do not.