World Word up in Flames
The stars have lost their minds!
Raising and raining,
spinning
a contradancing wildfire.
Flaming arms are the tongues
loaded with wisdom
a word spoken
from this
cascading
Empire.
Burning also, was the pelvis heat
that melted this planet, once—
let it rest—
and then again, many more times,
kneading bread.
Bear in mind
you smoke-swallowers
light shines somewhere in those billows.
The spark comes
from deeper in.
A suggestion to you
pyro intellectuals—
burning your mind down
with another man’s knowledge
can be useful
when it brings someone you love
with a bucket of water.
If it weakens your legs
get down on your knees.
If you’re thirsty
lap up a river full of fish.
Drink until you yourself
are liquid—
a fish’s breath.
Drown
inside a minnow’s heart.
Dive
through a Heron’s neck.
Fly into the mountains
and freeze
into snow.
Some seeds you crush
and their flavors blossom.
Some seeds you hide in the Earth
and their true nature rises up.
We burn through a forest
to awaken dormant saplings.
Spring will return
from the ashes.
Wake up!
The stars are burning!
A wind is coming
to carry the message
to the next watchtower.
Be Alone, Tall,
as a mountain spire.
Fortified by your awareness
you will hear the news
coming in on the air
the latest word saying
the world may be
going up in flames.
Cheap Metal and Moisture
Doubt-thoughts are a wind
stealing moisture from travelers
on this long heartland pass.
Build Awareness
when it seems we are traversing unknown
desert rocks, filling ourselves with fatal imaginings
of how we might
slip
and turn out a meal for the scorching sun
or some laughing dogs.
When our souls are up
and mighty, a tent city
flapping like an ocean—
stay even more Aware!
Uncertainty will come in through mice passages
and begin chewing on ropes.
Merchants come through the back
under the cover of reason
ready to sell us out.
Deceptive thoughts always arrive
mentioning the name of an old friend
we used to trust.
Why bother barking rhetoric
about the aromas of soul searching?
Who can understand the spectacular differences
between wood bark
and chocolate
when they intellectually abuse
any thoughts of sweetness?
There are many ways to lose
the moisture that keeps our basket flexible.
This kind of doubting
is a good wheel
spinning in sand.
You have a journey
to move on with.
Keep the lamp on
and do not sell the secret
to your flame
for coins we stamp out by the millions
on cheap metals.
Between Oceans Apart
It is a long, deep breath
between the World
of the Metropolis
and the untouched
Misty-Hearted Mountains.
A Man of Spirit—
A Woman of Soul,
they are the only
who know.
Who are subtle enough
to zephyr that path
between both.
I am thankful
that there is a shore
inside us
unbeachable
by this world’s
armor-clad profiteers.
Their smoky cannons
are their minds.
Their wars
are their creations.
I am calling for
that pure direction
where I am the Vessel
with godspeed sails
and a forest for a body.
Undivided
between the rising
and the setting
horizons.
I am here
seeking that clear breath
between kingdoms.
Where to worship Silence
on the most transcendent mountain,
yet trade my Art-of-Living
in the commerce
of the people.
I am here
for that long, deep breath
between the City of Men
and the Heart of Heaven.
A Man of Spirit—
A Woman of Soul,
they are the oceans with their tides
reaching to hold
the breast of those two coasts.
These are a few selected poems from from the third chapter of the published book-title, “Temple”. To see the rest of the poems from this chapter and from the whole collection, the book is available for you at the link below:
http://www.amazon.com/Temple-Joseph-Montgomery/dp/1494483211/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1397747722&sr=8-1&keywords=Temple+by+Joseph+Montgomery