The Caged Bear Spies the Angel
The luster of a glisten is enough to elicit bliss The gleam from a beam enough to confound the intellect The crack of a…
Hitting Bulls Eye
In memoriam Shaykh Mansur Escudero
Marked from the start as one who would
fly from the taut bowstring and
hit bulls eye
cutting through every air
Who would distribute sweet heartbeats with
every encounter
on Pasha mountainpeak or dustbowl
OK Corral
Closing gaps wherever they appear
and opening them in some places
God-blessed from the start but making no
show of it
in horse-dust rising around us all or
star-silver sprinkling through the trees we
stand among
Both passenger and boatman
oarsman and overseer
Marked from the start by indescribable processes
to stand or sit among us in
pure blessedness
as if leaning from a sublime dimension
into our own
Whose death is more an appearance among us
free of all uncertainty
leaving in us a sense of our own
blessedness
expanding that dimension
into our own
with an amber glow of interstellar light
showing the path trod
and the goal engraved
Arrow of the straight shot
and the clean arrival
Marked from the start as one who would
sing at the taut bow’s release
across the intervening air
and hit bulls eye
God’s open Eyes
closed around him now
10/16/2010 (from The Caged Bear Spies the Angel)
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