Old Friend

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Old friend,

I haven’t seen you for so long.

You have hidden yourself away,

a self-imposed hiatus.

Do you not hear the call?

The Sun woos once again;

it is time to take up your burden

and enter the land of the living.

Enlightened

chewed leaf

Wholeness remained elusive

while he ignored his holes;

now that they are invited to meet the sun,

what trickles through

christens him

enlightened.

The Need For Easter

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Ever since you stepped into the Light,

your true colours are leaching out,

bleeding filth onto what you tried to convince yourself

was pure as the driven snow.

Purity

is only relative;

compared to your earth-bound buddies,

you held your mask well.

But meeting Spring has a way of

stripping away the ruse,

the snow job pulling the wool over your own eyes.

Let it go.

Let it melt under these revealing rays;

let all you gripped with such bloodless fingers

soften and dissolve

into the dust it always was.

Only then can you abandon the scam of your innocence

to embrace the singular purity of invisible Light,

Sun whose rays reveal the need

for Easter.

The Dance

She can’t help herself –

her toes beg to tap on a dance-floor of gold.

Her feet undulate and shimmer, prance and quiver,

pulses of energy on surface of steel.

She teases and entices,

twirling and swirling to the beat of

the Universe’s great heart;

she intuitively moves

to its rhythmic cadence.

Her pace quickens as the music fades into the night.

Desperate, she tries one more move,

one more spin on the dance-floor,

and then,

spent,

her eyelids fall on the evening,

and the dance

is at an end.