(For Fr. Mick and the Mundingburra Presbytery)
Through the window
crossed in the shape of gold,
echoed by dull lead,
surrounded by white,
reflecting the light
with wings of red
and crown of blue;
a purple vision basking
under halo of leaves of green,
sunlit by a silver cascade of water,
silently the rivulets drop to the ground,
like exquisite jewels acknowledging Creation.
The flowered hue of purple
lifts and droops its head
to the rhythm of the marching water.
The sun refracts amongst the acquiescence;
Earth rejoices of a presence.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Genesis II (27.vi.1975, Townsville)
Nothingness;
an expanse of darkness
stretching to all ends of the universe;
out of a primeval fiery soup came stars,
lighting and burning their way to prominence,
and vortices of angry gases
whipped and whistled their way
through the half-light.
Into a cooling dreamtime
of fluid skies lit with purple
and molten land
was born the planet Earth;
barren, void, fruitless,
caught in the grip of a powerful and haughty sun.
Time upon time,
spinning, spinning,
going nowhere in the conclusion
of prescribing an endless circle.
Dead,
the fire in the sky;
its ghost danced on blue ashes:
Creation hung waiting.
Moonlight on a peaceful Earth
of graceful seas and subdued land,
Creation hung waiting.
A single spark to come;
Creation hung waiting.
A blinding flash,
quintessence of dust and
essence of quicksilver;
flame leaping sharply into the ever-starred sky;
unquenchable,
eternal as its maker,
life stood naked.
an expanse of darkness
stretching to all ends of the universe;
out of a primeval fiery soup came stars,
lighting and burning their way to prominence,
and vortices of angry gases
whipped and whistled their way
through the half-light.
Into a cooling dreamtime
of fluid skies lit with purple
and molten land
was born the planet Earth;
barren, void, fruitless,
caught in the grip of a powerful and haughty sun.
Time upon time,
spinning, spinning,
going nowhere in the conclusion
of prescribing an endless circle.
Dead,
the fire in the sky;
its ghost danced on blue ashes:
Creation hung waiting.
Moonlight on a peaceful Earth
of graceful seas and subdued land,
Creation hung waiting.
A single spark to come;
Creation hung waiting.
A blinding flash,
quintessence of dust and
essence of quicksilver;
flame leaping sharply into the ever-starred sky;
unquenchable,
eternal as its maker,
life stood naked.
Genesis (12.iv.1975, Townsville)
Written for the Pimlico State High School film “Under the Summer Sun”.
Freedom! I am alive to enjoy the world,
alone to bask in its sunlit glory,
for each and every one life is special;
as the wind blowing over the grass bends
each stem differently.
I am me, I am no other,
and being so my oneness is unity,
and in unity there is no end,
so then I delight in walking alone in my world.
I am the wind, bending the grass,
soaring free to rustle the leaves of the trees;
I am the clouds, lazing dreamily
under the summer sun;
I am as the horse,
galloping amongst the green pastures of being,
secure in the love of my master.
Then, I am lost - the light has gone;
where are the joys I held and their beauty?
Gone, spoilt, as if a rose were to crumble to dust.
I must despair,
for there is no sun to light the day;
an eternal darkness covers the world;
there is no hope – its kindling fire has died out.
Perhaps I see a dim light at the end of the tunnel of darkness,
the future comes untouched by the sorrow of the past,
people in their frailty of body have a strength of mind,
a faith to make you live again,
they are there when you need their presence to support;
I am no longer blind to see:
the past is gone;
the future comes;
let it be.
Freedom! I am alive to enjoy the world,
alone to bask in its sunlit glory,
for each and every one life is special;
as the wind blowing over the grass bends
each stem differently.
I am me, I am no other,
and being so my oneness is unity,
and in unity there is no end,
so then I delight in walking alone in my world.
I am the wind, bending the grass,
soaring free to rustle the leaves of the trees;
I am the clouds, lazing dreamily
under the summer sun;
I am as the horse,
galloping amongst the green pastures of being,
secure in the love of my master.
Then, I am lost - the light has gone;
where are the joys I held and their beauty?
Gone, spoilt, as if a rose were to crumble to dust.
I must despair,
for there is no sun to light the day;
an eternal darkness covers the world;
there is no hope – its kindling fire has died out.
Perhaps I see a dim light at the end of the tunnel of darkness,
the future comes untouched by the sorrow of the past,
people in their frailty of body have a strength of mind,
a faith to make you live again,
they are there when you need their presence to support;
I am no longer blind to see:
the past is gone;
the future comes;
let it be.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Time (1974, Townsville)
A soft passing melody,
ethereal, infinite, encompassing all,
a flowing medium with no beginning and no end,
intertwined with space; another dimension.
An era passes,
I feel a sad, sweet melancholy,
time has locked his gates behind us,
the future beckons us as the past fades to obscurity.
We must go forward,
we are carried headlong in the rushing stream;
a raging, rising, falling torrent,
with a profound temperament of its own.
Loneliness, for we are a part of life, yet alone.
Time talks to each as an individual,
trapped in his swirling mists,
masking the world and all others.
Feeling, emotion are heightened,
the universe unfolds before us,
no longer a mystery, inconceivable and beyond comprehension,
we are a oneness in ecstasy with life; time grows distant.
Discovery,
time is a vast ocean of which life be the shores,
barely touched upon, awed in silent reverence
for the majesty of the changing waves.
If we understand, then time is on our side.
Life, love, people are no longer complexities,
they are revealed in startling simplicity,
ever-changing yet defined kaleidoscopes of colour.
Sunrise, sunset, a timeless unison,
for them time does not exist.
Moonrise, moonshine, cycles of perpetual motion,
unchanged through countless aeons.
There is a hope,
that we may join with and share in the infinite,
dimensional boundaries fading, disappearing,
as we the slaves become the masters of our own destiny.
Crystal images become reality and then fade,
the set pattern of creation is indestructible,
the search for soul and insight is behind us,
where time reigns as master.
ethereal, infinite, encompassing all,
a flowing medium with no beginning and no end,
intertwined with space; another dimension.
An era passes,
I feel a sad, sweet melancholy,
time has locked his gates behind us,
the future beckons us as the past fades to obscurity.
We must go forward,
we are carried headlong in the rushing stream;
a raging, rising, falling torrent,
with a profound temperament of its own.
Loneliness, for we are a part of life, yet alone.
Time talks to each as an individual,
trapped in his swirling mists,
masking the world and all others.
Feeling, emotion are heightened,
the universe unfolds before us,
no longer a mystery, inconceivable and beyond comprehension,
we are a oneness in ecstasy with life; time grows distant.
Discovery,
time is a vast ocean of which life be the shores,
barely touched upon, awed in silent reverence
for the majesty of the changing waves.
If we understand, then time is on our side.
Life, love, people are no longer complexities,
they are revealed in startling simplicity,
ever-changing yet defined kaleidoscopes of colour.
Sunrise, sunset, a timeless unison,
for them time does not exist.
Moonrise, moonshine, cycles of perpetual motion,
unchanged through countless aeons.
There is a hope,
that we may join with and share in the infinite,
dimensional boundaries fading, disappearing,
as we the slaves become the masters of our own destiny.
Crystal images become reality and then fade,
the set pattern of creation is indestructible,
the search for soul and insight is behind us,
where time reigns as master.
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