"imagining incarnation"

the pine mountain woods and wild aimless nights,
the shapeless memories and sleepless shadows
haunt the caves and cliffs of my rocky soul;
where a grey-blue eyed wolf ran dirty and screaming
through the dark blue-green valleys of dream.

chasing the blood and silence of summers and dawn,
in water and stone rocky streams he watched
a reflection distroted and torn.
the broken mirror and a choking prophet-
silently stardusted heavens in bleeding muddy earth,
wait an angel or a demon to be born.

and the night was shattered by the scream of a child-
drawing her first breath. creation transformed
in two delicate lungs, the night reconciled with day.
an innocence stronger than all the pain of the world,
ten fingers that dripped light,
from a tiny body transfused,
with the flame that set fire to the stars.

stars burning like sand seen by silent cyprus trees.
sand like prayers, whispered and blown on a new-moon journey-
carried by warm wind to expectant heavens,
and set delicately to shine against an infinitely receding sky.
stardust prayers, sandwarm wind,
heaven and earth suspended beneath the soft bare feet
of a lupine desert pilgrim alone.

and a desert wind awakens the dreaming soul,
as breath like a finger draws pictures in colored stone-
writing songs that turn in the swirling sand.
songs silent and old, in a language long forgotten
sung only by children and stones.

deserts freckled the color of a woman's dark back,
and wind like a finger speaking sense to the curves.
sand to the wind, a chill from a crystal,
all is flesh on flesh and by flesh eternal.

the earth is on fire with the light of creation:
a mother straining, a wave breaking, a sun rising
heard all in the laughter of children playing,
a boy and a girl are the clear mountain stream
that splashes and spits and runs throughout time.
a water dissolving both angels and demons,
a crystalline spray painting rainbows and dreams.

we are those children and the world is our stream.
we are the song of the sand and the fingers of wind.
we are the rainbow burning, the ocean turning, heart unfolding
two children laughing in the swirl of the world.
we are flesh on flesh and by flesh eternal.