#poetry - hiding in the shadows

i come to the boulder
and find i have no arms.
the clouds casting shadow
trick my mind and i doze.
i dream i'm a weightless
all light mystical rose.
i think i wake but i can only see
the shadows'
casting by who knows
the pattern's pointing follows
there is something causing this
and it does so i can see it.

my left hand is holding
the stone you left behind.
my right hand is smoothing
out the waves so it can ride.
if there is a peace out there
please come in with the tide.
like our love this stone will find
the shadows,
casting by who knows
the skipping pattern follows
there is something causing this
and it does so we can see it.

if you come to town please holler
and i'll give you what you deserve---
a little magic lantern
you can use to throw the nerves
on this whole time i've know us,
every question and answer,
for now, as the stone, our love is hiding
in shadows
casting by, who knows
where patterns point, and skipping this
it does so we can see our love while hiding
in shadows.

the paths, the gate and the architect

"....and I arrived at the gate.
The name on the gate was "Moment";
from there two very different paths
stretched for an eternity....."
--d.jolicoeur paraphrasing f.nietzsche

"...thus spoke jolicoeur-ustra..."

my friend paraphrased Nietche for me
till my thoughts become clear about the Gate,
the Paths and the Eternal Architect.

...so then behold these paths if you would,
and if you would let them lead us on,
as a well-wrought gently curving stair might,
they would lead us toward abysmal void
or toward the purest source of light;

but do not follow or be led by sight,
these paths, therein the truest knowledge of all,
are not to walk, but to be known as signs---
for what can architecture signify
but that an architect existed, right?

you must see the paths without eyes
to know them truly---to know them, not sense surmise.
and if you would know the architect,
as you would know his architecture,
you must signify need for one to rise;

annihilate the paths---let end touch end,
REND! the architect will soon return to mend.
if there is a gate so inscribed "moment"

it is this eternity that we call
the event an architect conceives all,
it is an eternal moment of rise and fall.

(and thus spoke ortiz)