Friday, November 24, 2017

In the Belly of Forever


The unspeakably large

Universe

    wears the imprint of

all the passion

my slight being can hold.

The Bang went, and I,

still unmade,

went along, and there,

in the belly of Forever,

you too.



We are

pinpoints on end,

inconsequential atoms

when alone.

The electrons of these words

are too lazy and soft

to be taken seriously,

but the Universe is dilute

compared to the white Gravity

of my Love.



J. Pratt-Walter

12/31/2014, reworked 11/2017

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Listen (Without your mouth moving)


Draw life out as flame from air

and wood; let our listening

be a life created

by our endeavor to truly hear

the speaking behind the speech.



Part the walls of all the barriers

we create; let your hard labors

fulfil the staggering cries

for more love

in the world.



Pull on the clothes of peace

and patience; real love never comes

without vigilance or even

regrets.   Listen



without your mouth moving.

Breathe.  The fire is lit.

Bid it declare more light

everywhere.



J. Pratt-Walter, © 11/12/2017