The Vestement

The Vestement

I make my way inside, the tomb 
and rise 
again 
from feelings that flew too close 
to you, 

torn from the womb, tethered hands 
sworn to illumine weathered lands 

and i crash again 
back into 
seed 

full thrust while blossoms 
bleed 
life into the few 
of the 
new breed 

that makes its way thru density 
seizing sight, thru intensity 
of light 
that makes it all grow 

up and away from the roots that 
know... 

breaking tearing swearing making 
moods that fade too soon 
foods that make new moon 

out of fragments that form too loose 
sometimes 

to hold the rhyme inside, 
tucked beneath the rising tide 
of things we share 
and things we hide 

waiting for the revelation 
to seep up from our pores 
into our mind 
tending the sores that 
stifle the times which await birth 
here 
in the name of earth 
in the name of the mother 
in the name of the bearing 
and the burdens of Other 
ways 

to see here, to know here, to feel 
hear and peel clear 
of stagnant flesh 

saturation 

the sudden dawning 
e v o l u t i o n 
and 
i n v o l u t i o n 

POISED 

between worlds in balance 
minds of latency 
bending and twisting 

and T 
U 
R 
N 
I 
N 
G 
back 
upon 
itself 

remembering the white shroud which once it wore 
swore to remain unstained 
but the blackened charred robe of the stars 
of the wisdom of moments 
tore thru that fantasy 
to create a dream 
so real 
it s e e m s to feel 
its own thrust 
in the darkness 
of the blinding light 
beckoning sight 
into 
existence. 

Resistance repeats 
cyclic defeats 
and victorys 

mysterys mana urging us on 
toward the breathing pull 
of the sun 
as it 
rocks 
a n d 
cradles 
its child 
gently beneath the vestment 
of LIFE.

Charleen Johnston 2004