The Curve of the Sun   (written 10/98)

The wings of an arrow in a sharp dense night

Walk through the river sky to get to the light

Majestic shadows yellow, red, green and blue

Along the length of the hillside

It swallowed up the hue; it swallowed up the hue

And a fainted glimpse

Of a tail end of a ship

You see with thine eyes

Your perception is stripped

Divided mind

Thinking through all thought

The senses grow within

Grasp all you are taught

Grasp all you are taught

There’s no seeing into naked shades of paint

Only three windows lighted by a saint

Birds swimming shallow up ahead of the waves

In between sensations they come out of their caves

They come out of their caves

You can’t find it on a journey or a trek

But you can feel it on the hairs of your neck

Beyond linguistic labels of verbal meaning

There’s this thing called feeling

Divided eyes

Hold the visions into one

See the sculpture in the sky

See the curve of the sun

See the curve of the sun…