Philopappos

To be close is within proximity
To be afar is only a moment
A foreign land with no visa
A human on the earth
Resisting dog tags asking
Only for music and language
Transformation and if
To step out of the cocoon
We find the wings wet
Waiting to dry and still
Only one soul with two wings
When does the spirit fly
How long until the connection
Grabs hold and enters
A doorway of flowers and sun
Even when the moon is awake
Do we still long for this
Relative neighbors
A counting of timeless
Stories having yet to be
Spoken or told
Sitting on the rocks
Tall grass at our feet
Asking the wind to
Comprehend our
Individual depth
Immeasurably broken
Woven together by
Earth and stone

© GÄ

Pierre

Imperturbable gloaming
Hanging over our eyes in
Dim paradise constantly
Looking back at visions of you
Is it that complicated or
Perhaps it’s simpler than that?

We cannot compare human
Love to that of the gods and
Yet I feel my heart stomping
When I think of meshing the
In between

Have I caught you
In a dream from my past
Recompense to find you
Finally at last in my garden
On the shoulders of guidance
Or sitting in this chair I
May have deceived myself
Into believing what matters
Is simply the backside of what
We thought counted for something

In the underneath all the
Rubble all the manufactured
Nothing piles of stuff is a
Gateway to behold a connection
To incline and follow corridors into
Like the chambers of the heart
A more intelligent way to
Propose existence as the
Vehicle for connection lives
In the congregating of tea
And communication connected
In touch not by way of money

Finance breathes
Only as a means to get there
To receive your motions to
Love in that manner or direction
Which frees us from the decree of
Needing financial retributive
Functionalities in the breast of
Complete love held by the
Sanctity of knowing is the
Reassurance to be heard and
Somehow comforted by an
Ancient vision that is tangible

What can be found and seen presently
Without questionable being in you
There then a rug on the floor
Buildings still standing small made
Of Abu Dhabi and curls over your eyes
In a draping tapestry of possibilities
A fortified palace of stone
Eight thousand and five hundred years old
Or more to explore the distance between
Here, there, then and now spirituel

© GÄ