51. Al-Haqq – The Truth in each moment

Suggests Truth, Existing, Just --- 'There are more possibilities
available in each moment that we realize' Emily Dickinson

Magic

Near to Jung’s Big Red Book,

a bunch of roses – multitudinous

in splash – not logical

but simply pressing the effort

of crazy existence with no collateral.

Magic is rare and difficult, colourful,

but impelled by gusto and stupidity;

voracity of jester, drunkard and clown.

We need to make room for fools because,

in the end, there is nothing to understand

as wind rattles a casement,

spilling a scent of arcing flowers

and reasonable and unreasonable stand

shoulder to shoulder, bow in acceptance.
 

Just now
inside a notebook, on a table in front,
I wrote lots of words - with letters revealing
something not around before; I suppose
a relationship - paper and pen and tipping nib
- and I’m hoping that between the scratchy paper,
turns and lines, a spirit-charge of
electricity could light a shadow,
unleash a note, arise from a dream
that I scribbled in a word in a
notebook on a tabletop out there.

Revelation
Flicking on a little switch - electricity
surges somehow out of darkness into light – !kapow!
my room ignites in sunshine, even
throwing shadow out from ghostly pillows.

How I trust that switch - and how I’d love a key,
or gizmo, shocking realization;
illuminating (simply by touching a button)
personal power, light and clarity!

The bugger is - it’s not like that;
I can’t locate a switch for insight
or a tool transforming sense.

Give me, O give me, awareness
so that irises flex and my waggling tongue
is led by a heartbeat thudding through chambers of truth.