Friday, May 20, 2016

bits of posts

Beneath the Temple of the Plumed Serpent

Boxes of beetle wings, balls of amber, balls of rubber, statues of jade,
bones of eagles, bones of jaguars, bones of humans, obsidian knives,
carved shells, conch shells, necklaces, ceramics, ground corn, elemental mercury,
 and shards of pyrite embedded in the walls of the tunnel that shine in torchlight like stars.


Ash red in umbra and milk pale in penumbra,
the moon mutates through subtle hues and tones.
After time, a diamond light comes, bursts at its pole.
It has left the shadow of the earth.


I was floating in the warm amniotic ocean, in the barrier reef off the Northern Australia coast. My dive guru floated like a dream with her arms crossed, an underwater Buddha. She reached out and pointed at a small speck on a jet black sea cucumber. Translucent, purple, and beautiful, it was a small crustacean that had evolved to live concealed in the felt black surface. .


Black as a wet crow's wing, pale mouse plum, thousand year green, dead grass, ashes, daybreak, fallen leaves, wild pigeon, ancient purple, moon white.

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