Haiku / A Rhinoceros is Running the War
A rhinoceros — beady eyes and quite small brain — is running the war! I’m sorry… The…
Where the greatest wisdom is
is a pewter dish in a
room filled with light
at the base of a chasm of basalt
and the sun tilted on top
like a purple feather in flames
How do you get there
except on your own speed
and with silence at your lips
and boundaries falling away
in your heart
who has had the rigorous
training of stallions
and the motherly compassion
of mares
whose tongues lick off the
afterbirth to let the
light out?
How do we get there
except by the bricked up door of
God’s Grace when
He decides to make its bricks
traces
and the road traveled to be the
very place of its manifestation
His touch all over you
His taste in your mouth?
5/11/13 (from The Soul’s Home)