The memories form, cutting a path
to an Inner Gate
spoken from a moth’s mouth
silent like an ancient mythos unfolding
Forming
sacred patterns of a lotus
a kaleidoscope of entropy
where existence lives freely

where dreams emerge in clouds
of white carpeted blue
aerial frequencies serene in the
grasp of nightfall, finds moonlight

in captivity surrounding my heart
like a missive to your smile
unfolding now within me
contemplating the Point
that counts everything as Time

in a velvet presence where
Your eyes reflecting
Summer in June,
Every color is washed bright
By your laughing smile

here against the blue-dusk of August
inside these abundant visions
an aperture of appearance
pours its avowed mystery
of Silence into trust – like swallows
ordering a wreak of midnight
a confusion of soundlessness
where void becomes a wind of emotion
mouthed only as carried revelations —
warmed by the coronation of your Light.

© K. James Ribble