The Flame of Transformation Turns to Light
APPLE PEEL EPIPHANY I was peeling an apple in the sink round and round listening to …
A soap bubble the size of space itself
slid over space but no one
noticed the difference
The iridescences seemed sharper
that’s all
The music of the spheres slid in on all
our audio frequencies replacing the
musics we listen to and except for the
angelic coefficient now a
billion times more powerful no one
noticed the difference
The presence of a benevolent presence
nearer to everybody than their own
selves slid in behind everyone’s self
and said and did things in
various harmonious fashions listening to
our own voices and hearing divine
nuances and because it was so
utterly and seamlessly complete
no one noticed the difference
No one noticed the difference when instead of
sun and moon we saw a fiery sea of
God’s ocular energy flaring across space in
leonine leaps reflected in the still face of
mirror-like receptivity and silvery
baths of a sweet illumination that gives our
nights the lamp we need enough to
approach God’s most intimate precincts
And space itself as glistening as a
soap bubble and music that of
distant planetary places and our
own selves now totally transformed and yet
by Merciful Compassion exactly like
ourselves at this very moment though less
violent and bad tempered and
just as miraculous
5/27/2009 (from Sparks Off the Main Strike)
Categories: Poems