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Alec Phillips Poem
Amid blue spruce
I am
the forest, high
on chill-wind summits
shouldering summer snow
Mountains like gods
draped in fog-raiment
clutch at the starving sky
Hidden
in a glade of dew
beneath boughs
of dreaming rowan,
I breathe, release
form and thought,
rest in breath
of tree and stars
of moon and mountain
Stepping to a broken peak,
dwarfed by black
earth and sky,
I sit
a libation to the stars,
soaking and exuding life,
channeling celestial light.
Crafting
starlight amethysts
with haloed hands
Copyright © Alec Phillips | Year Posted 2016
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Alec Phillips Poem
I felt among the tired stars
for you
among the frozen banks
of ice and blue
and soon
the rushing wind
came weeping
with weary tones
aching echoes of the world
I felt with burning hands
for you
in twilight mist of eucalyptus
churning clay in waves of red
with trembling fingers
nearly dead
frail in the face of the sun
I felt inside my twisting heart
for you
in brittle bone-shards shattered white
and reaching deep
I found your pulse
in ancient forests standing silver
in sprouting green and gasping sky
in ever-growing vines of life
I found you
with golden moonglow in your hair
and softly
we sank into rain
Copyright © Alec Phillips | Year Posted 2016
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Alec Phillips Poem
Step into splintered sunlight
broken beams flash
across bare, silhouetted flesh.
Above
Father-Sun forever scintillates,
a deep and ancient ember,
giving ceaselessly to all
wanting nothing in return.
The trees, they dance
in verdant splendor,
leaning lazily, they sigh
with utter contentment.
Their leaves, a chorus
of flapping green,
each one moving to its own rhythm,
closely listening to the wind sing.
White stars illuminate my eyes
and echo through my soul.
Vibrations shudder down my spine,
utterly with rapture so
cosmic and cyclopean,
spinning through the wheel-vortex
of my open amethyst crown.
And with sweet natural bliss, at last,
under holy bodhi tree of life --
copper-domed and ancient,
grown hoary and sere
through countless millennia --
my buddha-mind will yet arise,
through the heavens,
past the skies,
and slowly gaze
with wisdom eyes
upon the all-expansive Whole.
This worldly plane is just a school,
a dream where all is mind.
Be present, aware, and most of all,
compassionate and kind.
For everything in this world is one,
the Universe is inside us.
If pure of heart, we seek our truth,
the Universe shall guide us
Copyright © Alec Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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