I’ve seen angels in your architecture,
spinning in your citadels.
Your parallels are parables
of symmetry and balance -
your arches triumphant
beneath the weight of the sky.
I feel small next to the all of this.
I count nothing in its shadow.
Beneath countless constellations careening ‘cross the
carousel of the night -
calliopes clang in the music of the blue going black -
going back to blue in the hue of dancing morning -
dawning on me when my dream has awakened.
Shaken from my sleep by revelations on fire.
Leaping higher in their heat
than any hand can reach -
than any book can teach -
than any tongue can preach -
I beseech you -
in the name of no one
and at no time
be no where
Do you hear it?
Do not fear it!
This is your true name being called from the Halls of the Heart
where the smart stand dumb -
tongued by the true word of love.
I pray to the Holy Moley!
I pray the hunky-dory bedtime story the lays me down
to sleep with my soul to keep amen!
I pray again to the universe
swirling in the palm of my hand!
I pray for the Great Mind of Man -
still veiled in insanity
with calamity at the door!
I pray to the shore
to bless the ocean and the motion of its tide!
I pray to the face of the moon!
I pray to the mercy of the Lord of the Light
to always watch over the Children of the Night!
I pray for peace!
I pray for laughter!
I pray for some Hopi everafter -
when the Great Spirit shall return to the land -
take his bride by the hand
and stand at the horizon of a new dawn!
Dawn on me,