A Lily Opens


Before time

the enclosed garden tremors

and a Lily opens…..


inviting conception

a personal illuminati

a patent

a pact

a private love making

just Me ‘n God

behind patterned screens

the burgeoning idea




drawing his Saber

like Obi One Kenobi


the  halo from my head

pink and silver streak

to far heavens

inside me

like ecstasy

like frisbee frenzy

the veil falls

like crystal singing

my cells


and I become

19 thoughts on “A Lily Opens”

    1. looks like I spelt his name wrong! But now I like the ONE ness idea, I have always thought that deep inside I could be a Jedi Knight because i think the way they get their power is by learning how to tap into the ONENESS of universal energy…something I can do (if only briefly here and there) probably why I assumed his name was spelt that way!
      AND I too love the feeling of inspiration that moves me when I am the audience to other peoples artistic expression! It is amazon really that we can be so affected, literally tugged around by things we see and read… maybe we ARE ONE… its a cool and crazy thought


      1. That is a wonderful idea. I think the mythology of Star Wars lends itself to some form of singular mysticism… I think Terrence Malick was going at the same thing (one mind, one soul) in The Thin Red Line (great great movie); stories of connections, involuntary but occasionally colliding. But I think what you are on to here is why we feel such connection in reading other people’s words, and what that might mean. It’s an interesting concept against the backdrop of individuality, which is all it seems is happening these days. Maybe art does keep us together. I hope so.


      2. My memory fails me re The Thin Red Line… I’ll watch it again …. I think there is an unconscious remembering that occurs when we read or see something that resonates….. its like we are a singular beast with 7 billion facets…or there is a need to individualise so as to experience as much as possible….haha oh well, whatever it is…its a bug and a bear…who knows …we feel our way in the dark and encounter ourselves.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s