When the Door of Marvels

[revolutionrabbit]

When the door of marvels
is approached with mindfulness
all things are revealed
one who is full and empty
will come with offering
will come with a bowl of wine
to pour at the entrance
will come with hands full of rain
to wash the great vessel
at the foot of the sky
all skies will shed tears
of light and dark to show
the way to the eternal door
of all marvels

when the door of marvels
shows its ten thousand things
before the way was named
and the name was not
before silence drank the stillness
in the wise guise of time and void
in the golden shadowed veil of sun
and moon reflected in the tigers
eyes before the dragon opened the
door
like
wise

the door of marvels opens from a dirt road
traversing the pathways through the woods
great stories live in the little circles of nature
the once places and upon spaces where live
all the beings that imagination can fathom
we guide our foot steps through the disguises
of the trees and gather shadows down into earth
oh the doors walking through the dusk into one

great door of marvels
into the swinging back face of darkness past time
into visions that have found the center near cosmos
where journeys have pointed toward that distant star
and the weary travelers have rest their heads on stone
keeping to the at once every mysterious sign in the rut
we follow deep into the groove that was shaped by tellers
that have gone down this same line from some moonshine

and have pointed at the mountains swimming in the source
have spoken to the dust that swirls around the gleam hand
that weaves with another hand in a language of old flame
they move forward into the vast chasm of talking honey
and chase the snaking musics through the flagging scarf
that answers to the hidden spring in the feathered gate
once rivers of image charms awakened along the spiral steps

deep into the natural fortress belly holding butterfly's of lamps
through the forbidden valley that were told sleeps many sleeps
and sweeps their grains of dreams into the huge pot of wide
brimmed hats that spin fantastic patterns on the throne cavern
wall and the tall walls surrounded by ancient markings that guard
the secret hinges that hold the utterance solid as the front door
mirrors to the back door the marvel who sits on the rock chair

and like a magic word resting in the cool streams of heaven's winds
the wings go flapping over and above that solitary sitter looking out
through a invisible window of bones that hang like jazz instruments
the eyes like infinite doors through infinite doors marvel at the bird

[Arcadia]

it sounds like a night-tale or a lullaby somehow but it´s not at all. I like it!!!!

[revolutionrabbit]

"a night-tale"

ever read the Night Visitor and Other Stories by B Traven?
especial the Night-Visitor

"but its not it at all"

its all an experiment!

[Nazz]

It opens almost Biblically poetic,
Revelation updated, and then taken deeper into the hushed forest of richly imagined dreamscapes. Pretty cool.

[revolutionrabbit]

actually i was reading the Tao De Ching

i mean writing it in my own words-

but it was written a year or two ago

the first part was, the second part

was written, added to the first when i put it on here.

that's why it gets more trippy.i could have just gone

on.