“The colors in the rainbow become higher as they approach the self… Each color in the rainbow is the shadow of a deeper essence––a spiritual principle or an activating stimulus.”
––J. Everett Irion, Vibrations
THE VIEW FROM WHERE WE LOVE
(from Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black)
I noticed it climbing up--
each blade of grass
burned smooth lips of flame
with their own private hue:
all flip sides of jade,
the secret passions of violet,
the erotic whispers of red.
Tucked in its sides were
several boulders all made
from that solid light born
of a single shared kiss.
A cave filled
with thousands of chanting fireflies
glowing her world inside out.
At the bottom I
started out in stone boots
and forty-pound furs.
Half-way up, a pink wind
as warm as an unborn spirit
pressed me teasingly
against a silver tree
of knowledge divine
and shredded from my limbs
the weight and skin of dead beasts.
Wrapped my knees and genitals,
my chest and face
in the cloak of a healing sigh.
Reaching the top
my stone boots crumbled
and I sat with crossed legs
upon a carpet of painted flame,
rainbows pouring through my hands
like sweet wounds of grace
bleeding peace
for all this world to see.
From the raw edge of the summit
I looked out on the sea
at a mahogany ship with giant sails
shaped and colored
like eyes born wide open in Egypt
dreaming of the history of the future.
In the waves beside its hull
floated a rose longer than a whale.
And the rising sun showered gold
upon a cloud of pearl-blue angels.
A dolphin leapt high to kiss
a jewel-titted humming bird.
Within a field behind the sky
a woman made of joy
danced naked to the sizzling music
of a winged candle of hope.
I sat in fire watching eagles of love scream
lightning from my chest to the moon.
by Aberjhani