I whirl through space,
a sea of aether and stardust,
yet can’t lift my eyes
from the dirt trodden path.
I stumble around
ignorant and afraid,
though determined not to fall.
I’ve begged a thousand pardons,
walked in rags about the sacred mountain,
followed endless breadcrumbs
toward the promise of silence.
I keep my head shaved,
soul broken open
to the voice of the tide.
Don’t deceive me
with false affection.
I’ve fed on junk food
far too long.
Weightless and inspired
the deep sea calls me
to witness the night sky,
take flight with the lonely.
Resurrection is a portal
and through that gateway
the vast reach of the stars.
Reading of “Resurrection Portal” with music by Afro Celt Sound System.
song of a pilgrim soul…
I love the art with this portal poem. It reads like a death wish poem, but knowing you, I think perhaps you mean …well, I actually don’t know. Portals can mean sex or a shamanic release to do traveling soul work. This is very much a man’s poem, and as usual, I can never comprehend men out there on the far side of our overlapping Venn diagram. “Farewell, beloved”? You lost me there but what the heck, I’m not your audience for this poem and so will say the music of it sings.
I bought a copy of your book as a gift to a friend. May others do likewise!
Don — This is a beautiful, provocative poem! Thanks for sharing. I love the 4-line/3-line sequence. I will definitely be getting your new book. Keep hope alive! Mike
Don, stick around. I certainly like your daughter’s art today. – Love, Tom
Stunning imagery through art, music, and your wonderful poem Don! Thank you.
Eilish’s art work and the words of this poem work together so beautifully to create a mysterious and compelling atmosphere that draws me in.
Thank you, Don! Congratulations on your book!
I was especially moved by:
I’ve begged a thousand pardons,
walked in rags about the sacred mountain,
followed endless breadcrumbs
toward the promise of silence.
I keep my head shaved,
soul broken open
to the voice of the tide.
Don’t deceive me
with false affection.
I’ve fed on junk food
far too long.
Wonderful and well paired with Eilish’s art
Im so looking forward to getting your book
This is the real deal and all the reason as a woman I follow you and truncated God men as best as I can to assist in what is coming of age in these days.
As the eagle plucks his feathers out to bring in the new there are no happy meals left to partake of.
Let the Fire blaze our only Love.
Been laying off the junk food myself ~
Very nice, Don!
Don, I am just now reading this, being on the road, We are taking flight, leaving that old earth behind, reaching for the stars.
The portal of Resurrection is at hand; Closer than hands and feet, I find. And, freed of whirling fears, I witness that star-lit Gateway as always open.