FLYING CINDERS
Steven Nelson
© 1999

Cinders fly
night crushes all outside fire circle
pagan dancers naked, worship goddess
vedic priestess chanting
druid eyes burning holes - peering into ancient runes

reason locks fettered minds
God laughs in watersong
- weeps in the utter silence of space
all is one is all is none and never is ever and ever is never

scepter lifted
coming kings have been here then and are here now
beggar, leper, grimy hand of almighty God
hidden trick as hand opening then reveals
star blast in eternal instant
spraying blinding light of all and everything -
silent song of pulsing energetic waves across the ocean of oceans
into the swallowing, infinite whole

shaman painted faces - rusted rock and ashen bone
hunted, eaten, worshipped creatures
spirits living on in death
convolution - incorporated absolution
washing away the sins of archangels
fallen and risen again

death harvest - life giver
only time to see the flash and wonder
only time to sense self before self ceases
transmuted into all being, all tomorrows
all that never begins and ever ends

we are flying cinders
rising into that crushing night
medicine magic matter
scattered lights
away….

Away