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Of Rabbits and Raven

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Of Rabbits and Raven


Rabbits always digging, 
digging deeper, cutting into truth's marrow....


We screwed a mirror into the ceiling
of the Temple in our skulls,
jumped up through it,
discovered a world turned backwards,
sideways, upside-down.
The deeper we dig,
the higher we climb,
the rabbit hole stretches forever on.

And I smile.

An Alchemical wedding, 
an Illuminated union
shedding light upon ancient footsteps
moving into the future -
a vow of: "From before our birth,
and even after death, into a new birth."

Immersions,
conversions,
inversions merging, 
joining into a Sacred Shield.

We dine upon postcards of the Nativity,
steaming off faded stamps,
adding a fresh coat of colour,
chuckling at Raven stealing
the Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.
O what a Trickster!

Raven drops pearls into our eyes,
tastes the sun as lemon wedges,
passes on the seeds to us.
We water seedlings with tears
of vulnerability and fading fears,
feeling shoots sprout into trees,
feeling unfolding mysteries.

The ancient footsteps 
ignite a futuristic beat.
Above, 
cities burn,
the world is on fire,
but the drums do not cease
as we keep jumping through mirrors.

Mirrors reflected in dilated pupils,
dilated pupils reflected in mirrors.
No matter the course,
stars shine on,
shine with souls,
souls become stars,
stars are seeds for even more trees,

and pearls continue to drop into our eyes
as we navigate the twisting burrow,
meandering along a path where Raven flies.









July 8th, 2012

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  1. Date: 8/28/2012 9:19:00 PM
    Very clever writing here. I have just sent you soup mail.

  1. Date: 8/20/2012 10:28:00 AM
    SoupMail

  1. Date: 8/19/2012 8:35:00 PM
    Soup Mail!

  1. Date: 8/19/2012 3:38:00 PM
    Hey, Chris! How are you, my friend! I saw your comments on Michael's blog... : ) ...but when I "posted" my Hello, the blog had been removed. You're being missed here. A big hug. Ruben.

  1. Date: 8/19/2012 8:18:00 AM
    Just a fantastic write Chris, a surreal experience that leaves me breathless.

  1. Date: 8/9/2012 8:23:00 PM
    Well, hope your living life large, finding what you went looking for and writing up a storm. Also hoping you come back now and again, drop us a line just to say, "Hello." I have no idea if the situation was as dire as you implied or if you simply decided to leave with a bang. No guff. You're missed. Cyndi

  1. Date: 8/8/2012 10:18:00 PM
    Hey Chris, I am back... where are you? you're missed. Lee

  1. Date: 8/8/2012 1:21:00 PM
    where are you, where you, where are you? drop me a line and let me know whats up. love and hugs, Catie :)

  1. Date: 8/7/2012 7:43:00 PM
    Hi Chris, I've been away on vacation, but it saddens me to see so many people fretting over your absence. Did you go away, did you leave the soup. or are you just waiting for inspiration. Sure would love to see some funny or informative blog from you. We are missing you, come back and bring some poetry with you. Hugs, Catie :)

  1. Date: 8/6/2012 10:12:00 AM
    where oh where are you? Are you OK I'm fretting! Light & Love

  1. Date: 7/28/2012 9:58:00 PM
    Hey, Chris!!!!!!!!!!! 20 days and this is so boring!!! : )

  1. Date: 7/27/2012 10:15:00 PM
    Hey Chris, how have you been I see you continue to twist, stress and completely mesmerize your public. Glad to be reading your work again. Cheers! Lee

  1. Date: 7/18/2012 1:57:00 AM
    Already a week...it's time to come back!

  1. Date: 7/17/2012 6:31:00 AM
    Interesting romp through mythos and L.C's Alice a blend the most acid dreamie! Light & love

  1. Date: 7/16/2012 12:36:00 PM
    The opening lines by itself get me....Rabbits is plural, and usually things just cut to the bone, the marrow intensifies how deep it is! The mirror part, that is beyond clever...I'm thinking of jumping through what we should be reflecting! This speaks volume...I got to read again. A BURNER @ 1000 DEGREES!

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    Date: 7/16/2012 12:46:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Makes ne wonder, WHO is the raven. This get the brain going! Strong Write!
  1. Date: 7/13/2012 4:15:00 AM
    looking in from afar, here above the clouds, your poem, been there lived that, ink of your pen flows from the deepest soul, with you Zeus in total control, need i say more?

  1. Date: 7/12/2012 4:18:00 PM
    Love ravens! Smarter than dogs! Seriously....this is cool poetry Chris! Oh...thanks for message....You are correct...I have tried to ground you sometimes...your poetic gifts are large...your doin great! Keep it goin, my friend! Jimbo

  1. Date: 7/12/2012 11:56:00 AM
    Chris, What can I say, what can anyone say. Such a shame that more people don't appreciate poetry---but then that is, perhaps, what makes it more special. Thanks for sharing this---and I hope all is well. I bow to a master here!!!

  1. Date: 7/11/2012 7:34:00 PM
    Your poems are so outstanding (this is no exception)....sometimes remind me of a book I have by Stanley Kunitz....like his, your poems have me reading each one several times, so that I don't miss a meaning set between the lines...and still there are things I "think" I understand, but must interpret in my own way...I love that!!

  1. Date: 7/10/2012 2:59:00 PM
    Raven is my favorite poetry name. I use it in my best free verse when possible. It seems to set a mood like nothing else. Pearls do continue to drop into our eyes as we learn little by little, that tomorrow the world will still be here long after we are gone. Good poem.

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