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nunia
1/23/2006 12:34:03 PM
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Easter Eve Wary of time O it seizes the soul tonight I wait for the great morning of the west confessing with every breath mortality. Moon of this wild sky struggles to stay whole and on the water silvers the ships of war. I go alone in the black-yellow light all night waiting for day, while everywhere the sure death of light, the leaf's sure return to the root is repeated in million, death of all man to share. Whatever world I know shines ritual death, wide under this moon they stand gathering fire, fighting with flame, stand fighting in their graves. All shining with life as the leaf, as the wing shines, the stone deep in the mountain, the drop in the green wave. Lit by their energies, secretly, all things shine. Nothing can black that glow of life; although each part go crumbling down itself shall rise up whole. Now I say there are new meanings; now I name death our black honor and feast of possibility to celebrate casting of life on life. This earth-long day between blood and resurrection where we wait remembering sun, seed, fire; remembering that fierce Judaean Innocent who risked every immortal meaning on one life. Given to our year as sun and spirit are, as seed we are blessed only in needing freedom. Now I say that the peace the spirit need is peace, not lack of war, but fierce continual flame. For all men: effort is freedom, effort's peace, it fights. And along these truths the soul goes home, flies in its blazing to a place more safe and round than Paradise. Night of the soul, our dreams in the arms of dreams dissolving into eyes that look upon us. Dreams the sources of action, the meeting and the end, a resting-place among the flight of things. And love which contains all human spirit, all wish, the eyes and hands, sex, mouth, the whole woman -- fierce peace I say at last, and the sense of the world. In the time of conviction of mortality whatever survive, I remember what I am -- The nets of this night are on fire with sun and moon pouring both lights into the open tomb. Whatever arise, it comes in the shape of peace, fierce peace which is love, in which move all the stars, and the breathing of universes, filling, falling away, and death on earth cast into the human dream. What fire survive forever myself is for my time.
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