Poems
Star Wind
There are times when the winds
Carry my breath away
And there isn't anything I can say
But then after I think I couldn't
Possibly bend more
Would willingly be lifted and carried
By that inconceivable force
There's a stillness
Where the faintest whisper
Seems abrupt and loud
A rasp tangling silken threads
And my heartbeat
Fills all the space
Between the Stars
Procession
When last I came before you, I fought for a King and a Kingdom
I believed then in the King and the Kingdom
Some of you here now fought by my side
I lived by the sword and I died in the fire
To be born again to be burned as a witch
I've been a lily of the fields
A cricket at the hearth
My raspy voice has sung to you from the rushes
I've traveled to the sun, molten been worn as a ring, an amulet
I've been the tear in the eye of a peasant girl stoned to death for her transgressions
Poured my Soul forth as lava, my birthplace Etna
Smothering hissing the cries
My tomb is the sarcophagus in the room beneath the room
I walked in the Procession to place it there
I can see it now carried by the men
I wrote the Book of the Dead
Sat on a distant mountain top in Tibet where even now my Spirit wanders
Burning, burning, burning mind
My knowledge is no mystery
It is the Cup and the Wine overflowing
This time I come not to lead you with the sword
But together with you to lay the sword to rest
Brushing fingertips with the millennium the hand unfolds
The sign is the open hand
The open grave
The third eye open to light the passage of the night
Written by the master Rain from California