Schism

In wind and fury
I'm lost and dreary,
withered to the bone.
Lasting longing,
hoping, calling,
aging takes its toll.
Pretence reared its ugly head
and a schism did unfold.
Cascading tearing,
fraught not fearing,
settles in like cold.
The day to come
all love undone
may never be in time.
I've lost the trust
that never was,
forsaken to the rhyme.
Unto the street
I tread with feet
not wanting to the beat.
Find a stranger
to fill the manger
and cure the heartache
in the chief.
Go spend a dime
to heal the mind
and capture some relief.

This is Trinity

Lightning strikes as thoughts go 'round
the ranks of knights and saints,
thunder sounds its way through town
as the horses gather weight.
Heaven falls unto us all as the rain tumbles down.

Ten thousand foes I once did know
in the flush of someone's eye.
Three million things were told to me
by several friendly women.
These women were gone once night was day
and the mystery lingered on.
The armor was shown to sing and pray
the majesty of the play.

In skies I see the tempering of buddhas' wrath and glee.
Ten storms have come, ten battles won,
and time returns to sea.
With age begun and tempests done,
the casualty will cease to be.
Freed from desire, attachments undone,
one can now become.
Once become and all things done,
the self returns to harmony.
Upon return to harmony,
the self dissolves,
the world resolves,
the body becomes unity.
This is trinity.

Where Would Be World?

The revelations I see come across softly,
guided with precision and wisdom
born of age and divinity --
sometimes surreal, sometimes rude,
yet they all include
the people who care.

They walk through hardship and pain,
knowing suffering, but coming back again,
through illusion, to pull others through.

I pull too. And sometimes push --
against the will to grow.
It is the growth of the family tree
that dissolves suffering,
and the family tree need not be kin,
but kin can be grand
and the best kind of family at hand.

Were it not for family,
where would be girl?
Were it not for girl,
where would be boy?
Were it not for boy nor not for girl,
where would be world?
In family I see divinity.