The Whole World Is Holy

The whole world is holy

Each and every thing

Divinity in every corner

Every nook and every cranny

Filled with the infinite

You can feel it sometimes

leaking through

When the whole world

Seems to glow.

Just moments,

of endless, endless beauty

Under Starry Sky

Down

Down

Down

Under starry sky

Lie on the grass bed calm

And watch the night go by

Lie in comfort my dearest child

Leave your mind free to fly

Take the heavens in full embrace

And do not fear the dark

Let There Be Light

Soft piano notes, 

The whistle of a friend, 

Harmonica and flute and drums and the distance between us becomes nought. 

We stand here at the edge of a universe 

A star dies. 

We toast marshmallows and we tell stories and we laugh and we cry 

Alone but together in the forest at the end of time. 

The twang of a banjo. 

Then silence. 

And then, 

Everything 

Sheer immensity 

I am every one and every thing 

Every speck of dust and every star in the sky

Every unturned rock and every trail not taken

I am it all

I am the light that shines 

The darkness that engulfs 

The rivers that run and the grass that grows and the rain that falls and the sands that flow 

I am every word ever spoken, every tear ever cried, every fear and passion and love and hate 

I am the trees and the dirt 

The mountains and the lakes

The deserts and the jungles and the frozen wastes

I am fire and I am flame and I am endless 

I am time and self and I. am. it. all. 

Everything glows

in the brilliance of existence 

and I bask in its glory. 

I let it overwhelm me. 

As everything, 

Every person, creature, stone and star 

Plummet into the vast emptiness of the void

I stand here as the universe dies 

And I am alive. And I am not alone. 

There's something coming, creeping over the horizon. 

And to those that come next

Unto you I give the world

A Ranger Rides These Fens Tonight

A ranger rides these fens tonight,

On a task eons old.

They’ve come to flood the land again.

They’ve come to break the world.

The veil of time is thinner here;

So they sail the ancient sea.

Marsh Harrier and Sparrowhawk.

Fen violet, bladderwort, marsh pea.

The Birching House and Manor d'Moor,

Navy scars on ancient soil.

But the land they take is primal land,

And the waters shall end their toil.

And the silver in these ivory halls,

Shall drown, be cast away.

Their palaces left to tired folks,

Our needs their riches pay.

When the waters come, old gods'll rise -

The faeries in the hills.

The straw men and the rusted ploughs,

And the creeping things that kill.

Lost kingdoms buried underfoot,

Shall be revived, shall live again.

And the seekers’ ships from across the sea,

Shall be loved and taken in.

When the waters come and floods rampage,

The ranger will stand back and sigh.

At the ending of the old way,

And the next one drawing nigh.

A ranger rides these fens tonight,

Peddling tales of freedom and peace.

And the people whisper among themselves.

And know it’s our secret to keep.

Knowing But All Unknowable

The ethereal mysts that cloud the unconsciousness

of a world built by human hand

but unreachable by human mind

of awe and wonder of an unreachable construct

both real and unreal

an explication of true joy and of true, truest mis’ry

a lens through which to view the world

to interpret and to feel

ecstasy and sublimity

a deep primordial terror of the unknowableness of our own mind

of the expanse of the world and the limits and the reach of reality herself

personified bounding, boundedness

that reaches, twists and ingrains

twists and is twisted

a timeless melody, harmony, united in song

dissonant yet all consonant

consonant yet all destructive

a great primordial belongingness

unreachable collective

entity beyond space itself

entity, entities, beingness beyond time

together but apart, untouching

unknowing but all seeing

deep twisting, twisted belongingness

to the place of all things

a home, a space, an embedding

embeddedness

with fingers outstretched

meeting in darkness

undaunted while in terror

and in terror of that which here faces

that which we have wrought and

which have wrought us

timeless creation and undyingness 

timelessness

infinity

captured in finite glory

by a mind shared across generations

fraught of danger and of fear

captured yet always escaping

and reaching beyond comprehension

with the unknowable eternity, infinity, reality or not

in twisted shadow

The World Is Ending

The world is ending.

Fires reign in the skies and

the Earth splits below us and

sends storms fast to kill us.

The world is ending.

And I seek comfort just,

of warm flame, cool rain and crevice in which

to spend my dying days.

The world is ending.

These Fens

Though I am of the sea,

of dockers and sailors of the western shore,

I take now, for time however short,

these eastern fens, as home

and hope that I would be so bless’d

as for them to take me as of theirs