(A view from beyond Meniere’s Disease)
There is no place for the head
to put down inside the feet
whether in pregnancy or in dream,
there is no book for the ancient
feet to read
drunken opposites tears apart
the broken cure in dogma
and in prayer — suffer me not
to be separated
from thee
fall for some obsession will
spring towards consciousness
where the vision in the earth
expresses from its nothingness
the ten thousand things
we project onto heaven help me —
turn be a fire upon the bow
avowed in sacrifice to formless hidden
the spinning cross which nails
suffering feet to the ground
there be opened up
unto the one creative death
the greater human death
wherein serving humanity
surrenders into Seeing.