Ring the Bell
let it fly
collapse into it,
only of dust
of lesser self
Subsumed in awe
and glorious remaking,
called by essence to boundless
disintegration- transforming yearning cells
of human being to being and being human bliss.
Yes, this deeper resonance awakens cherishing notes
and choirs now in harmony; unplayable and powerful beyond
vain hopes and forsaken thoughts to enslave love itself – let it fly –
faster, deeper, unrelenting, repenting itself and violent, true, rapid, still.
Listen, lover, universal stirring here- pulsating infinite choice from scores
behind creation expanding outward, as undeniable forms emerge as point
meets point and wider line stretches to prism, and this perfect splendour
meets itself descending, as in every heart and soul exquisite orchestras
conducted by tender gardeners most silent – cascade endlessly through
new worlds enveloped by love and closest holding- and the universe
wept in joy
we did it.