If you can balance
yourself on a stool
and find the center
that holds you together—
not falling to one side
or the other—
you become the hinge
between earth and sky,
pinned to the ground
by gravity’s ancient pull,
yet lifted into the air
by the quiet axis
running through you.
The stool shapeshifts
into a cosmic pillar,
a narrow bridge
through a deep precipice
running between the visible world
and the one that lurks
beneath it.
Your spine aligns
with something more solid
than rock or sky—
a vertical thread
that ties you,
in a magical way,
to the spinning universe.
The chair becomes
what temples once were—
a balance doorway
to the hidden universe.
The center you found
is not yours anymore,
but the still point
where the cosmos
ties the human body
to its womb.
Atlas: "There are so many known territories everywhere in the world that start with "a," "d," "n," "w," and "s." And these are just some of the places where you can find and test your powers."
Axis : "Why these places?"
Atlas: W A N D S !
Evil axis
World full of rotten asses
is every where
Farts smell in the air
Some say it is healthy instant cure
For misery and illness
Thee ultimate light for sick darkness
No need for logic to believe
You have no choice to leave
You breathe in to breathe out
If you step it is death with no doubt
For asses are every where about
It doesn’t need to breathe in and live to breathe out
The asses magic
That beats every logic
Saturday 7/9/2002
From the passion of beloved love
Look at you, good people
You have taken my heart, O spacious mirage
I'm running with my body on the beach
The dream that I see is like being awake
Around you, in the passionate spring month
My soul danced
Flying like a butterfly
Listen to the songs of love
The garden of my sleep is your nest, listen
This awkward heart is forced to you every breath
You are stubborn in happy, overwhelmed and tense moments
Rule the pride of souls
Your voice reaches my soul
You are the secret of love in the hand of the heart
The answer of the heart is like the morning song
In the trembling moments of the leech, I will say this
Your love, you are the center of existence, let me say
The axis of time foments rage,
And eats freely of cloth.
Even better days will wilt,
Crying, What else comes hither?
The snow on the mountain
Is frozen now, but soon will melt.
The days lengthen like shadows
in the evening.
Time moves on eating as leprosy,
Fomenting trouble upon the unwary.
Post haste, my friend,
And I will trouble you no more.
Beyond some early horizon
The sail of a ship is visible.
It portends a morning:
Shaking to and fro as drunken.
The axis of time foments rage,
The snow on the mountain is frozen now.
Time moves on eating as leprosy,
Beyond some early horizon.
Being in love
has my whole world spinning
Emotions out of control
Spinning ...
I got plenty of money,
but nowhere to go
Love has me hemmed up,
I'm your boy-toy genie in a bottle
Spinning faster ...
tilted and wobbling
Resistance wilted, heart throbbing
I'm off my axis,
forgot to pay my love taxes
I'm off my axis,
I love you being all up in my business
Spinning my world
like a little green spinning top
The way you're turning my life around,
I hope it don't ever stop
I love the things you be asking of me,
require of me
The number one thing: love is a necessity
You're spinning my world faster ...
I'm so off my axis
Just do me one favor, baby,
remind me to always pay my love taxes
A turn-around
A twist and a twiggy lane
A tremor and a tepid footprint
A tale of a triad
A tissue tanned
This is a tipping point
An axis of life
Orthogonal to my dreams
Origami of whispers
Snake boat ripples in the shore
Shivering hand of a fisherman
A bloated vessel
Anchored on its own will
On the axis of life
Original silence
Is burning yet again
In the hours of madness
In a state of denial
I just embraced the gradient
Away from all the quadrants
Loving a locus of a marching ant
Born to be bonded in
Born to be burned out
Born to be boiling over
Born to be brewing ever
Is this beacon on the barren land
Incomplete as it is
Axis of life is still a tangent to itself
settlement without place;
time without wait;
the stillness of life
in the deep eruptious wild
with a world of thought
arranging on in rioted lights
that swim in the depths of her mouth
contented conceptions
splurging themselves round
and out of their bounds
in the filling of absence
willing to hand things over
my fascination found me
captured
and now somehow restored
motionless to motion
led the location of warmth
patient persistence
my explorations taking form;
to uncover the inflated vibrations
of resuming sense
in every second she talks
The sky at midnight
same as any other time...
the earth moves us all.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
The world spins on the same loop it always has
Moving by regrets and mistakes of the past
And though it turns the same way as before
May the next sunrise shine on tomorrow
And move by all the pain and sorrow
Spinning madly on to better and brighter
The world, on axis, spins and spins
As life, then too, does twirl
We’re always in a state of flux
Upon this changing world
No, nothing remains constant
As we’d like so to believe
So we must keep up with the change
And not be so deceived
We must address each day, eyes open
Be willing to then learn
That life, the ever changing work of God
Has rewards, of which we earn
So, work real hard to gain the prize
Sit not still and hope for best
But rather, use your talents to
Share and feel then blessed
The world that goes on spinning by
Will spin, but so will you
If keeping with the speed of things
You’ll do great at what you do
there is no rest
in this spawning stream,
life given for life
touches the unformed
visage of dreams.
silver, splintered
separated from its whole,
united, resting,
wrought upon this axis
the spiral staircase of soul.
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