Of Two Easters

Through lips of flesh you spoke to us
of living water, endless days
deemed fantastic, peace ecstatic
Tree of Life you hung to die

God whose spirit with us stays
help us few who wonder why
such death you chose from which you rose
Great Teacher, can we now suppose
the Three in One and One the Same
your power ours to claim?

Will your angels tend to us your garden gate to find?
Will your angels cry with us for loved ones left behind?
What of those who laugh at us and say we've lost our mind?
for death to self and born again's the practice of our kind

Such practice does make perfect for a resurrection day
but Heaven as a kingdom seems so very far away
As Easter morn we hide some eggs that children have their play

What of the hare our goddess chose
Eostre most fair put in the moon
to lay the cosmic egg of life
that immortality prevail
for every dawn and every Spring
and every new moon born again
becomes the Easter Bunny tale
as now those gods we must curtail
while seeking still our treasures

Wind-up

As soft the morning sun creeps in
the windows where I lay
stretched and naked on my bed
once more I pause to pray
wind me up again Dear Lord
to live another day

The spring's a little rusty now
and tends to catch of late
the cogs will sometimes rumble
but some breakfast would be great
and coffee, yes, I've got to have
it seems to lubricate

So as I bow here on my side
and make this little plea
your pleasure Lord do please decide
to kindly turn my key
and cause your man to dance again
as You would have it be

Honor Guard

Common Spirits uncommon valor

chose to serve ideals utmost
fallen on grounds made hallow
by sacrificed blood worldwide
such chosen few abide forever
around old glory
when she flies
night and day

Guards of Honor
never die

Pearl

Pearl Menu - Bill Stanton

Learning to Love Nothing

How to Abhor the Void While Loving the Quantum Vacuum (from Mercury magazine)

Much More about Nothing

Calphysics Institute: Introduction to Zero-Point Energy

Nothing to talk about? Part 1

Nothing Like a Vacuum

Mud Pie Vision

Looking down I see it round
and brown seeded by a
slight to right, sinistral blight
a concept wrought of power fought
with blurry top

maybe it's a volcano, someday
to build it up, that's the way
mud or clay?
of which was Adam made?

I forget it's been so long...

the magic lay in making
something out of nothing
(if you don't count the clay)
but there's no nothing left at all
no more nothing...

making a mountain... pyramid or tower
out of something then, anyway
patting, patting, form it round
build it up from solid ground
make it pay, form it hard, firm and round
let it bake as though a cake
but no volcano still, a dead molehill
smash it bash it start again

not for now, not alone
lucky beasts
perhaps next time
some rip and flow
volcano!