The End (A Poem from 'Strangers & Pilgrims')

 

 

Prepare for the end of time.
Practice the mysterious art
of bewilderment.
Spread your translucent

tear-stained wings
and pulsate at a frequency so fast
it stills you.
This is how you rise into

the kingdom of the hummingbird,
far above the ministry of fear.
This is how you enter

the holographic quantum crystal
of forgiveness,
a sphere of gratitude
with no entropy, no mind-leak
into past and future,

which are only thoughts.
Here's the secret: tell everyone!
The end of time is this breath.
Have you shattered the ampule
of your wound-fragrance?
Somewhere in these
petals of fire
there is nectar for the one
who is not afraid of drowning.
Dwell in the uncertain
and call it possibility.
Drink from the unknown
and call it wine.
Savor a silent inhalation
through your broken heart
and call it bread.
This feast is better
than a thousand right answers.

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Link to the book here: 'Strangers & Pilgrims'