Poem for Tyrants
sentient beings are numberless—it seems I must love even you
I vow to enlighten them all
The First Vow of Buddhism
easier loving the pretty things
the children the morning-glories
easier (as compassion grows)
to love the stranger
easy even to realize (with compassion)
the pain and terror implicit in those
who treat the world around them
with such brutality such hate
but oh I am no christ
blessing my executioners
I am no buddha no saint
Nor have I that incandescent strength
Of faith illuminated
yet even so
you are a sentient being
breathing this air
even as I am a sentient being
breathing this air
seeking my own enlightment
I must seek yours
if I had love enough
if I had faith enough
perhaps I could transcend your path
and alter even that
forgive me, then—
I cannot love you, yet
Eros/Poem
Only the gods love with such generosity
sharing beatitude with all
Praise be to Eros! Who loves only beauty
and finds it everywhere
Eros I have met you and your passing goddesses
wrapped in a haze of lovelust as true as any flower
that blooms its day and then is lost across the wind
I have seen your eyes lambent with delight
as you praised sweet Psyche’s beauty with your loving tongue
and then have seen them sparkle with that same deep joy
as other ladies lay between your hands
Praise to be eros! Who can hoard no love
but spends it free as water in a golden sieve
sharing its own soft wanton grace
with all who let his presence enter in
faithless as flowers, fickle as the wind-borne butterfly
Praise to be Eros, child of the gods!
who loves only beauty and finds it
everywhere
Enlightenment Poem
bestowing our pearls carelessly
no one yet had invented ownership
nor guilt nor time
we watched the seasons pass, we were as crystalline as snow
and melted gently into newer forms
as stars spun round our heads
we had not yet learned betrayal
our selves were pearls
irritants transmuted into luster
and offered carelessly
our pearls became more precious and our sexes static
mutability grew a shell, we devised different languages
new words for new concepts, we intvented alarm clocks
fences loyalty
still... even now... making a feint at communion
infinite perceptions
I remember
we have all been brothers
and offer carelessly
Hard Core Love
To Whom It Does Concern
Do you believe me when I say / you’re beautifulI stand here and look at you out of the vision of my eyes
and into the vision of your eyes and I see you and you’re an animal
and I see you and you’re divine and I see you and you’re a divine animal
and you’re beautiful
the divine is not separate from the beast; it is the total creature that
transcends itself
the messiah that has been invoked is already here
you are that messiah waiting to be born again into awareness
you are beautiful; we are all beautiful
you are divine; we are all divine
divinity becomes apparent on its own recognition
accept the being that you are and illuminate yourself
by your own clear light
God/Love Poem
I love you all of them
I love you / your cock in my hands
stirs like a bird
in my fingers
as you swell and grow hard in my hand
forcing my fingers open
with your rigid strength
you are beautiful / you are beautiful
you are a hundred times beautiful
I stroke you with my loving hands
pink-nailed long fingers
I caress you
I adore you
my finger-tips… my palms…
your cock rises and throbs in my hands
a revelation / as Aphrodite knew it
there was a time when gods were purer
/ I can recall nights among the honeysuckle
our juices sweeter than honey
/ we were the temple and the god entire/
I am naked against you
and I put my mouth on you slowly
I have longing to kiss you
and my tongue makes worship on you
you are beautiful
your body moves to me
flesh to flesh
skin sliding over golden skin
as mine to yours
my mouth my tongue my hands
my belly and my legs
against your mouth your love
sliding…sliding…
our bodies move and join
unbearably
your face above me
is the face of all the gods
and beautiful demons
your eyes…
love touches love
the temple and the god
are one
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