Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Elemental Poems - Metal, The Season of Autumn

Metal – Not Much To Say, Just This


Letting go
Taking in
Letting go

Opening, closing, opening, closing

How to refine crystal?
What discerns gold from brass?
Difficult when stuck in the mud
Of sleepiness.

Original sin, only a game.
Toxic sewers, full to the brim.
Attachments glued on self.
Desires choking colons,
Breathing shallow, like immature minds.
Not noticing the true Father,
Turned away from grace.

Is metal more dense than you?

Is there a common link?
What becomes metals?
What does metal become?

It finally makes Itself known
As the one watching,
And the One
Living the question,

“What Am I?”