they convene
blackness impinges upon wet night air
the moon sinks its spherical profile
into the tremulous vibes of the heavens
universal progenies chant to alien bids
discovery blesses their assessments or halts
rites of passage they pursue subjectively
wind shaped and time honed kneeling forms
purpose drifting upon seas of wonder
what covenant draws them to so convene?
solutions are not within the realm of ritual
for cause holds tightly to the hand of objectivity
while the heart beats with no promise of another
04/18/2012
Jon Michael Willey
That reminds me, this weekend the moon is going to look amazing, to those who don't live under a nation cover of cloud.
The passage to the rites may be open to all, but few seem to be called to enter thereupon. Do I have this at all right, Jon, or am I way off the mark?
Blessings Always,
Christine
Blessings,
Christine
upon an alter, but perhaps
the document not needed?
*Jon Michael*
Lady Vivian
Regis
many are called,
but few are chosen.
We want to see what we want to see,
but you make us look further.
Well done Jon.
Walt
thought stimulating work ... enjoyed ...
Ron
condensed but not suppressed evaluation
of spiritual forces and ritualistic behaviour..
challenging both in thought and understanding,
poetry of a high order forcing language into meaning
kudos!
john
Thought provoking Jon.
:) Janna
Sage
Jasmin Horst