Crescent Beach

Friday, February 10, 2006

Every Morning

4AM-Crack of Night-Wide Asleep
Eye opens softly to the whisper of shadows
stitched calmly on long hollow walls.
They flicker like black lanterns in the wind.

Alarm Clock: OFF, Cold Shower: ON
Ice melts into the loose skull of nevermore,
Anxiety, Confusion, Fear, Blurred Vision,
Drip down, down the empty drain and
follow the pipes that drift out, out to sea.
Nothing is jammed anymore, there's nothing but Clarity.

Unroll the soft bamboo matt onto sacred carpet grass,
prounce on all fours, stretch like a cat,
twist into a flesh siamese roll, lick the stray
moonbeams with lion's tongue laced in gold.

Tame some streams, touch your toes,
Move some mountains, touch your toes,
reach further, further, and further again,
until that single Eye rests calmly on a pillow of skin
staring backwards at the silver throne of souls.

Cross those legs, Learn to Breathe
Still those minds, Learn to Breathe
Feel that heart, Its weak red beat,
It speaks, It speaks, I swear, It speaks.

2 Comments:

Blogger *-. aliCe .-* said...

definetly should learn that yoga... can you come and teach me?

8:20 AM  
Blogger Chris Fleites said...

...we should definitely come together, maybe at the peak of mt vesuvius on the eve of awakening, we'll show those mortals the real meaning of fire,but, in the meantime, here's some tips: the mouth is for eating, the nose is for breathing and the tongue, well the tongue is for tasting hot kisses of course...

1:33 PM  

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