Consciousness expanding
The magpie watching from afar
Perched on the silent yew within the graveyard of lost years
From a window in the chapel the mediator’s eyes gaze
Aware of the scene but refusing to draw to them that reality
Consciousness changing; new light dawning
Nothing is the same in that scene
Falling snow melts and spring buds break the soil
the gardener proud of the toil
worn palms thin displaying the life path web there
Lifetimes of persistent struggle; the same script
a timetable of seeming punishment
The magpie always watching; silently; unchanging
The monk permitting a tiny smile
the manuscripts the same; another human tongue
One more civilisation to exist inside
Unseen within the beach of motes of sand
Fragments of one crystal
He carries the blueprint of that perfect crystal
A consciousness untarnished
A survivor from the fall; he is alive; incarnated
A threat to the ghouls beneath the yew
Unable are they to fell that holy tree
His voice can be silent no longer ...
The monk, the mediator between the worlds
opens the doorway within the consciousness
aware the ghouls attempt entanglement
But confidence is crystal clear
A nod from the magpie before it flies away and success will register eternally, at last ...
Matthew James 14 March 2002
