FLYING THROUGH GLASS
Sunday afternoon & evening, 07.06.15.
Remember to say
Namo Amida Butsu –
the first and last word.
As the sun goes down
the veranda fills with light
and angels appear.
I take three deep breaths
and open my heart chakra.
Specific questions
come into my mind.
Am I doing the right thing?
Will you stay with me?
Being with angels
banishes my loneliness
and fills me with peace.
An aeroplane flies
through a message left in the sky
by an angel.
I watch it vanish
into the wisteria –
‘I was here for you.’
There is no such thing
as ‘fear’ in the dictionary
of any angel –
it’s replaced by ‘love’
for that’s the only feeling
angels can express.
Even a white moth
at dusk cannot fly through glass
the way angels do.
They are inside now.
I see them watching me write
with helpful gestures.
My attention’s drawn
to one of Rita’s orchids
on the window-sill.
Maria has the voice
of a human angel –
‘Do you want a biscuit?’
‘Go to bed with me
and stay beside me all night.
Be there tomorrow
when I come to life.
Fill me with positive thoughts
from the very start.’
Caiaphas, the white
robed angel, stands in the door
studying my soul.
Empty-mindedness –
the key that unlocks the gate
to truth and beauty.
Pigeons and wild geese
race across the cloudless sky,
inaudible specks.
Meditation chair –
watched through the window, angels
fly into the night.