Open the Eye
We close the eyes of the dead
Because that's a gate and road
Where we do not wish to walk
And cover the trauma and wound
Because such body, live and open,
Points to the circuits of soul
Us, living and well, we hide our sex
Since it's a wound - never healing
And the spirit's eye - ever open
But it is a live wire
Connecting you and me and the other world
A way of going to sleep
While the dream moves us to wake
Not in the bedroom or dark alley of shame
Not in the grip of regret and scorn
But crowned by moon, sun and stars
And blessed by flutterings of grace
Where Time like a dove lands in St Francis' hands.
Dec 2002, Aug 2006
Because that's a gate and road
Where we do not wish to walk
And cover the trauma and wound
Because such body, live and open,
Points to the circuits of soul
Us, living and well, we hide our sex
Since it's a wound - never healing
And the spirit's eye - ever open
But it is a live wire
Connecting you and me and the other world
A way of going to sleep
While the dream moves us to wake
Not in the bedroom or dark alley of shame
Not in the grip of regret and scorn
But crowned by moon, sun and stars
And blessed by flutterings of grace
Where Time like a dove lands in St Francis' hands.
Dec 2002, Aug 2006