eyes wide shut, not open

between your glaze and goings,
you here but some other place;
I thought what was not true, was.

Between your flights and landings,
no doubt some things were, oh, so true;
eyes wide shut vision broken,
closed eyes see only askew.

between these lines are the moments,
when one and one was not two;
because there was no balance,
 your here being somewhere else.
because between the lines was you hiding,
oh, in the space between.

"The map is not the territory"

   The beauty of a  women invites, but only an invitation of a  beautiful heart is warm enough,
that we can stay......

To Rilke, who was lost in the thrall of Lou Andreas-Salome

    You Alone Are Real to Me

To Rainer Maria Rilke……

Like a Falcon swiftly passing on the way to a kill,

Your beauty surprised me;

As if the dream I embraced,

Embraced all I could be.

Yes, only you, alone, are real to me.

As the Dolphin rises and, in huff joy,

Flays the air with its rising;

And I , too, leap like freed seed.

Oh however hard I try to capture you, you

Who, alone are only real to me.

The cuffed pistal with the rosy splay,

I see in my garden everyday;

The heel marks of some creatures path,

Reminding me of your shadow, as in a blanched photograph:

Still, you alone are real to me.

Only you take my hope away, each time you carelessly pass,

You soar long enough to say, I am you love but beauty passes,

And you can only say good bye.

Above you I will soar your souls aloneness, and

You will never curse my cruelty.

the mystery of us all

  Birds have wings, not so that they can fly....but because they do..............

waste

"..that good beginnings go astray down there, undone
before the newly planted oak can bring forth acorns.."        Dante

poem: BLADE , from Eros and Pathos, part 3 :beauty

                                                            BLADE

                                                         Sophia's spell

Her costume blazed the color of my blood

That coursed my veins in rhythm’s mystery,

Although she was my friend I could not see

The place where blade and ice to wisdom cede.

Cold is the moment that departs, it floods

The text and core of memory, warms like

Air revives our blood, its blue remembers right

The code of life is crimson in its light.

 Arms and back and thighs like blossomed wings , 

Flew the longing of our hearts, and slid like the soaring

Of some bird who coursed the world on unseen tour

Of heaven’s light; and as our guide brought more

Than simply our delight. Spin and spiral, slip and thud

As blade rejoined the bite of icy ice,

 The silence of the crowd was known, by the sound

Of blade transcribing the unknown.

from "Eros and Pathos" part 3, heart song.

  "Friendship is proof of free will, chosen freely: free will & destiny, friendship is the space between,
where our hearts know we are alive....