Kit Kelen #359 - vajrasana - come to rest

359

vajrasana

come to rest

I have some summer in my bones

just where I am

and happen to be

accompanied

with skies

and time's tune stopped

is the soul so far?

up down or

music

where the hands move on

the heart is still

a watch of mists

and clearing, stars

day stretches into me

and day after that

they're like a map

you could see into

if you were three-dimensional

carrying on in real time

*

no stone to turn

all explanations cease

when one is comfortable in doubt

in mystery, uncertainty –

these are the mind's pyjamas

am I off the map?

or fallen through?

I think I'm swimming under

come to be

and here

and blessed

I've a cloud to float

keep close tethered

to a Christmas wish

it feeds on sky falling

like a favourite tree

all limbs thrown out

in a fit

for some jest

gesticulating for the breezes

and then come to rest

an eye among still leaves

like a visit of wings all sizes

like the tune in mind

runs on unbidden

*

the past has a bad name

yet we still speak of it

day to its own devices

lets the paths become

through door

by hearth

and come to rest

from conversation

from contradiction

from having to play heroes

or simply afoot with doings of day

laid back

and further, reclining

well into the book

only the ball truth to inscribe

by incantation

radio thrown

and I'm all ears

that's how

I let the world in

old summer bones

and much digressed

the rain forgets its falling

ants are up me crawling

it's all they know to do

*

clean breast of it

that's how the just sleep

where the sun sinks

must be west

in the still before Christmas

in the little dark distance

between us and light

rest comes

to the wicked

at last