Life Peaks and Troughs of Spectrum and Spirals
Life Cycles
delicious pocked craters
satiated dust seas
craggy scar morsels
This human cheese flesh
of our whole hearts held,
more holed, more lived, more nature,
than pure risen temple, holy.
For these troughs are our wells
our cures and our freedoms,
life's passion gifts, our
kind black crevices, our
seen torn schisms, our
Idle Love not simply sits
as you, me or mine.
Instead humble Love
a sweet rich baste
slowly marinates,
our communal spice.
Nourish, taste Love
as we devour devotions
a nutritious gift to us all.
Love Dark Witches,
decayed Wizards with wise roots that rise,
Love playful creatures,
creations of light shining crests
Love scars, stitched schisms,
crags frozen in burning Valleys of Death,
These Wounded Ones,
The Lived Ones alive,
gentle smile in lights silence,
repeat simple self knowing
we are all, this, Beauty
The Terror, The Angel
The Devil, The Love.
by Tony Searl


































