EXPLANATION
Once upon a time
they all began like that,
all stories —
the ultimate meaning
to which
all stories
refer
having two faces:
the continuity of life,
the inevitability of
death
Daubmir
THE VOICELESS SANCTUARY
I want to talk
About happiness then,
And well being too,
About those rare,
Unxpected moments
When the voice in my head
Goes silent and finally reaches
The vault of contemplation
And I feel one with the world.
I want to talk
About the early spring weather
About harmony and blissful repose
About bluebirds darting past my window
And into the leaves of trees.
And so I want, indeed I want,
To remember it all;
The cerulean dusks and
The languorous, rosy
Dawns, and the rustlings
Of the night.
If it is too much to ask,
Then some of it. No, actually, no:
I want more than some of it.
Almost all.
With blanks reserved for
The missing parts — so that
I can paint them in
With the brush of
My soul.
Daubmir
BIRTH
I open the door
That was always open
Into the long pathway
That leads to my native land.
I take the first step,
And hear the tread of many feet.
I draw the first breath,
And hear the breathing
Of a multitude.
I have become both one
And many.
I am walking a road
That has been walked before,
But to me it is new.
It leads to the place
Where I was born and raised,
Which soon now
I will discover
For the first time.
I will not die
For what I believe in,
Because what I believe in
Is life.
Daubmir
OPENING LOTUS
Movement from earth,
Through water,
From fire to air.
Out and in
Beyond life and death now,
Beyond inner and outer,
Sense and nonsense,
Meaning and futility,
Male and female,
Being and nonbeing,
Light and darkness,
Void and plenum.
Beyond all duality,
Or nonduality,
Beyond and beyond.
Disincarnation.
I breathe again.
Daubmir
FORMING
I want you
to taste and smell me
want to be palpable,
to get under your skin,
to be an itch in
your brain and
in your guts
that you can't scratch out
and that you can't allay,
that will corrupt and destroy you
and drive you
mad.
Watch it.
Care. Calm. Caution.
Don't try it on
too much,
don't exploit it.
Just keep yourplace,
just don't ask for trouble.
Remember
your hands have blood
on them, just don't be too cheeky,
or too greedy.
Don't puff yourself up
too much.
Remember
your place in the hierarchy,
don't try to come it,
don't shout about,
don't posture,
don't give yourself airs,
don't think you're going
to get away with it, you've had
a bit of the piss taken out of you,
don't make excuses.
Don't kick around:
you're being
born.
The Life I am trying to grasp
is the me
that is trying to grasp it.
Light of the World,
that irradiates me
and shines through
my newly opened eyes.
Inner sun
that emblazons me,
brighter than
ten thousand suns.
Reversal.
Terror of being blinded,
frizzled up, destroyed.
Clutch at myself.
Fall.
Fall away from Light
to Darkness, from
the Kingdom into exile,
from Eternity to time,
from Heaven to earth.
Away, away, away and out,
down and out,
through and past winds
of other worlds,
spiral energy dance -
through and past galaxies
of exploding planets,
colours, nuclear lightnings, pulsing gems,
through and past the beginnings
of contentions.
Beginnings of gods -
each level of being
longing now for the lower -
gods fighting and
fucking themselves
into incarnation.
Demigods, heroes,
vagrant Aasveros,
mortal men.
Carnage. Butchery of spirit
in final horror of incarnation.
Blood.
Agony.
Exhaustion of spirit.
Struggle between
deah and rebirth,
enervation and
regeneration.
Cosmic froth and bubbles
of perpetual movement of
Creation Redemption Resurrection Judgement
Last and First and Ultimate Beginning
and End.
A time haemorrhage
in the body of
Eternity.
Two heartbeats enlace
Infinity.
Daubmir
THE CELESTIAL THEME
a lyrical quintet
I.
GLOW
Walk ahead of me,
Before the false vesper,
As the sun liquefies
Into an indifferent sky.
Walk where the path
Stays verdant and soft
And your soul’s melody
Transforms fireflies
Into love notes.
II.
ANGEL?
Dream yourself awake
Within a translucent sphere
Of rediscovery
Whilst God’s ethereal emissary
Sheds layers of deception
Onto a long successions
Of smoldering stars.
III.
INVENTIVE REALM
I am building
A mystic kingdom
Which must flare in rage
Over the desolate
Desert of the heart.
I am weaving
A strange blessing
For a dying world
In the unclosable coffin of
My shifting universe
IV.
DUAL COALESCENCE
My bewitching persona
Wades into the illusory miles
Of a peripheral fantasy
And soon will break
From a small orbit,
Searching outer reaches
For inner peace,
Widening the circle of
Perception
While shrinking the aperture
That lights the weary flame
Of an incomplete
Ecstasy
V.
CALM OXYMORON
Silence’s laser
Cuts right through
The weary traveler
Chasing the dark memories
In stillness of body.
But space’s motion
Brings stillness in paradox
where strange answers
Precipitate from questions marked
by footfalls and soul steps.
And star strewn meadows
In the unreachable sky
Make the eyes long for
the impossible.
Daubmir
