cycles of sacrifice

 

all of the angles reach a single point
hour after hour we find that they agree
what we require is what we need to see

so much involved in not being disjoint
it forces us to stay and not to flee
all of the angles reach a single point

the heart of ritual is that we anoint
a sacred figure one who comes to be
both the adorer and the adoree
all of the angles reach a single point

circus act

we think each little circus act unique
the tigers and the lions each may dance
yet none of you believe the thing a freak

the truth is rather less than mild and meek
without a thrill you'd not give us a glance
we think each little circus act unique

you want to satisfy each band and clique
and not leave any one event to chance
yet none of you believe the thing a freak

unwanted questions are a form of cheek
we must not ever dare to look askance
we think each little circus act unique

at the horizon everything is bleak
there is no reason we could then advance
yet none of you believe the thing a freak

the music comes to seem a bit antique
it cannot now our style and form enhance
we think each little circus act unique
yet none of you believe the thing a freak
 

a willing liberation

you think the music stops when you must go
each of us has a tiny part to play
but cannot step beyond the scenes we know

your wisdom reaches only down below
and works under the light of common day
you think the music stops when you must go

no one will falter under every blow
and there are minds that map the complex way
but cannot step beyond the scenes we know

learning's the mode for each of us to grow
and every hand is taught to mould the clay
you think the music stops when you must go

the grass revives beneath the weight of snow
while bulky cattle learn to feed on hay
but cannot step beyond the scenes we know

it does not matter whether fast or slow
the ending comes in a clear fade to grey
you think the music stops when you must go
but cannot step beyond the scenes we know
 

evening bell

 at proper angles we let the light fade
this is the duty we demand of all
you do no good to name it just a trade

such simple matters do not call for aid
we leave behind only the very small
at proper angles we let the light fade

the smoothest surface will in time abrade
to say such things does not require much gall
you do no good to name it just a trade

this time we know that you will turn afraid
but we can't let the process fail or stall
at proper angles we let the light fade

your obligation is to make the grade
all other matters will come to a fall
you do no good to name it just a trade

this is the meaning spoken by the shade
not one of us dares listen to that call
at proper angles we let the light fade
you do no good to name it just a trade

a simple thought

 

there are no boundaries there's only light
love has no mysteries and no mystique
we need do nothing more than simply speak
and have no fear the words will come out right
we banish anger banish hate and spite
this is the garden that all people seek
an ordinary place nothing unique
but all that's here is orderly and bright
to find this refuge more than happy chance
knowing how long it took to make all clear
is not a making of some arcane art
but rises from the wonder of a dance
into the clarity of the spring air
and fills with happiness my needy heart