Thursday, April 24, 2008

tom taylor

healing friends

they arrive in droves of magnificent chariots alive
with the fire of life itself singing their songs of love
and healing while I drift upwards into the lighted air
floating on the cushions themselves as they arise &

cling as winds blowing from their various distances
in harmony with the noises from the heart beating
bumpety bump along the freight rail holdings from
day to day repeating in the solemnity of what passes

for the new day arriving inside time with your name
on the face of love to the final fusion taking place in
your own being as the seeker and the beloved become
one in each other climbing aside into the lighted sphere