Prayer

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 -

do nothing
in the name of no one
and at no time
be nowhere
but now-place
and here!

Do you hear it?

Do not fear it!

That 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 that 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 the vanity of 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,
sweet satori.

I pray!

I pray!


Amen.