Fixed Stars and falling comets make no apologies

-- from stars we come to stars we shall return, this ancient ache of longing urging us to burn, to shine on 'n on from inside out, where illumination is a fire without any doubt

planets follow these larger truths
easily illumined by the piety of stars
carried on the stillness of impartial night

there is no punishment for cooperating
with administrations from on high
as they preside unawares that you seek their counsel

comets have to mean much more
ideally positioned to risk discordance
warning you about what you've attracted from within

obsession with various illnesses
and failed efforts contribute to the wars
you survive as a convenient vessel for guilt and anger

rigorous transits leave their scars
a man suffers from the passages of light
there are those in the Vatican who covet these Saints

we should celebrate them
as we watch their retrograde movements
against the flash of Celestial fires flowering into sudden infinity

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

First, I have always loved the picture that you posted with this poem. On the one side, it's like a window where man looks out, searching for the light; while on the other, the light is shining through the window, much like the light that shines within (if we could but open eyes to see). In the center, sits a man, reminding me of Buddha or a stupa or the enlightment it symbolizes. It's just a beautiful picture.

Second, I think your poem is carried on the stillness of the screen, easily illumined by the beauty of your words. You have truly elevated yourself spiritually, mindfully, mentally. Your words are like wisps of butterfly wings, ephemeral and translucent, light as a feather; yet, irreducible.

[Pema Dorje]

in a path-dependant world measured in steps of time there are curious circles filling our days, numbered moments marked by the scars of transiting lights, heavens moguls of tribulation 'n plight, that give or take away

[Gandré]

rigorous transits leave their scars --------- I liked this line best.
great metaphor.
I had a good feeling when reading your great poem.

[Katherine Wyatt]

Wow~this symbolism and the beauty with which you have penned it is fantastic..

"comets have to mean much more
ideally positioned to risk discordance
warning you about what you've attracted from within"

A fantastic stanza..rich and thick!

[Pema Dorje]

we are learners here dipping our pens in wonder writing without ponder nor predisposed to be 'righter' but a simple writer with word-music and sometimes with wit -- castigations are from arrogance which is the do da do da dance of fear so no one gets too near

besides if you really really read "where the flash of neuronal fires flower into sudden infinities" and comprehended that you'd of smiled in the reflection --