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When I was so very young, steeped in
wonder, poised and pure
A priest did put communion on my waiting
tongue
For I’d whispered all my evils in the
chastening booth of sin
And believed it to be the body of Christ
Swallowing in waves of faith and fervor
I knew not, it was so much more
I knew not, it foreshadowed
The communion I’d seek all this sacred
life
I would become a pilgrim of oblique and
winding ways
My road would wax eccentric as my soul
required
And hope joined faith to vault my
halting step
When all my maps, expired and faded,
left me lost and blind
Hope’s borne me to the Shangri-la of
pleasure
She shines behind my weary, weathered
gaze
She’s led me through the dark to Lost
Horizons
Where ragged seekers peer
Through holes in draping skies
Silent, starry sentinels, anciently
assigned
To guard each silver vision
Save each sinking dream
And guide me home…
This velvet dome has eyes, I realize
And I am granted
Audience!
I am here to stop and rest a while
In the company of angels
I met a man called Shaker, in Shaker
country
And thought he was one
Looked like an Amish relic
Or a sixties burnout with no teeth
Turned out to be an embodied revelation
Danced strange and wondrous temple
dances
From 600 BC
And bathed all who came near
In a honeyed shower of stars
That entered the pores
Bringing ancient secrets to the blood
Riding on its blushing tide
And lodging in the heart
Causing no infarction
Rather burning arteries clean and wide
In ravishing stellar brilliance
I met a man-child called Jonathan
Hungrier than even I
At that ravenous age
For wisdom, truth, ecstasy
Hungry to banish the valueless
Saving time in this short life
I became his teacher, his sister, his
friend, his mother
Not quite his lover
Restraint sat silently, witnessing in
the twilight
For I was receiving and bequeathing here
Some profoundly present truths
Here in this Hunza–land of ecstatic
reunion
Where trees join hands and embody this
sweet peace
This ancient communion
With tall forest pines, and the
mushrooms beneath them
With rushing waters of rivers, oceans,
streams
Coursing through my body
Healing me with reflected starlight
Yes, communion, blissfully received
With wide-eyed, fragile souls
Who have never failed to find me
And I see once more that I am granted
Audience!
Communion, on this hopeful, twisting
road
I am here to stop and rest awhile
In the company of angels
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