COMMUNION

The choicest wafer of his flesh, crumbles & dissolves
beneath my hands & upon my tongue,
as I revel in the salty, sweet salinity of such earthly divinity.

Such unabashedly sappy & sanguine sensations stirred by this tryst-
very much nigh to Theophany I surmise,
yet those quaintly probing questions still arise-
Is this a communion led by the Spirit or the flesh, or by Spirit and flesh?

I conclude that whatever it may seem to be, according to the dictates
of all legalistic theological debate, the celestial body politic, if you will
the thing-in-itself still sustains, essence always preceding existence,
for what is a human soul without its corporeality anyway?
We are all both psyche and soma, and this is the highest dwelling for us,
here on low, being as it is our truest denomination.

So come, & take communion with thyself.

AWOKEN BY SLUMBER (Published in Dream International Quarterly)

Dreamtime is when
the conscience screams
asserts its need & right to be heard-
our dreams, our ally
keeping us straight,
never sparing our Soul their introspective rod,
bringing us up in the admonition of inner Truth & outer Justice.

I rise, kiss & embrace
the newfound consciousness of this day-
Will I stray?
When again, down I lay
Dreamtime will tell,
as I attend the nightly Mass of sweet Somnolence,
confessing it all to the Subliminal Priest,
who keeps vigilant watch
deep down within the Mind's abysmal well,
where the water is so bitter & cold,
Lucidity grips me time & again,
and I always discover the absurdity
inherent within concepts such as unconsciousness-
and find the so-called fully conscious world
to seem evermore surreal & illusory,
for only when we sleep, are we truly fully awake.