Lepidoptera

TS Eliot wrote how april was the cruelest month,
a sanction of rain on dry earth,
a thirsting growth.
I am only a small collection of other letters, I would never
live up to his holy shanti om shadows
& expectations, but the sarcophagus
in the king's chamber, lies ready for
90 degree walking ascensions
the haiku & the right angle
of the cherry blossom,
the spring of my own awakening.
My hands look different to me
in this light, the lines of my life,
the one I make with, & the one that hides
the secret at the beginning, tie in-roads
to the sleeping warrior, some Shangri-La,
some Shambhala mountain top, where
the vision beheld by my eyes

is more than a salvatory mirroring, the lotus
in the palm of consorts, the cobra coiled
at the root (the foot of a white elephant)
cast in bands about your throat --
feel the salted heart beating there;

I am protected only from myself

& my more Kafka moments,

metamorph-ing, but I am nothing like

a homoerotic entomologist's wet dream;

I was never one for overnight meta-sessions,

or reading Poe (if I hear of that raven

even one more time, I'll ... ) but then

the earliest light breaks through

the fiber of the morning, my cocoon
split like a lip, & saturating luminescent
adulation, the first welling into the space between
the warmth of whole things, suddenly transparent
like the space between love

& procreative efforts, it takes the company
of eleven or twelve for even one to enter.

Author's Note

Lepidoptera is a large order of insects that includes moths and butterflies.

Reviews

[Doctor JKC]

Listen to " What does T.S. Eliot Know About You?" on my play list by East River Pipe.

I have been to Shamballa once, very quickly, in meditation, the home of the Tantric masters. Having been initiated here on this plane, they gave me a quick smirk and sent me back to my bed.

Engaging poem by one who knows more than the masses,
Jack/Sanand

[Ed Hart]

But then, what did Mr. Eliot know, except what he was looking at (and that, with a friendly nod from Mr. Pound). I've not taken near the pleasure drinking from that well, as I have from this. (But, what do I know?)