Life Bringer

III. 

Teary eyes upon an eiderdown.
The great king gives up breath:
a sacrifice for the people.
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A passing zephyr brings
hope
and the rainbow bird
rains down life.
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O Life Bringer,
come dancing
down
to us!
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XI.
Birds suddenly return to my dance.
Spring songs in the jungle glade,
I warble like the newcomer.
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Bygone men grace my footpath.
Youth is their aura.
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So too I am young.
I call birds to the revelry of life joy.
I dine with the lamb, I commune with the cobra.
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Hiss.

XVIII.
For my ears to hear 
flute song.
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For my heart to jump 
like the sun at dawn.
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But no, raised voices
in the pit of money and despair.
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XXII.
​Oh that the fire would yield to a Word.
A ray of peace within my being.
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The jagged knife
goes gently into the soul.
Tears cascade forth in numbers.
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O Life Bringer, feed me.
Milk is not enough for this man.
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XXVI.
​I am caught feverish among strewn books.
No words arouse my heart.
The spirit does not seem to be
with me today.
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To lift the sun.
To warm the valley river.

XXVIII.
The skylark drags a third
of the evening sky.
The stars on the mountaintop
cascade
into the valley of dreams.
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Crickets sing. Silent thoughts
become manifest, they grow
into tangible miracles.
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The citizens of Corazon carry half-dead men
to soothing rest.
So love does still abound.
If only oil and wine
were pouring into my heart.
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XXIX.
​Do you listen, O Life Bringer,
when I call?
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For an emptiness has taken me
and reduced me to a wild man in the field.
Scarlet has bloomed in my flesh,
and I have hidden it from sight.
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Must I reveal it? It pains me to do so,
O Life Bringer.
I cry out with birth pains among the secret.
It is trying to be born before them.

My spirit tank is empty,
and there is no station in sight.
O Life Bringer, make scarlet white.
Tow me to you,
and help me give birth to the truth.
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XXX.
The sun through the trees. I am loving more and more
today, but
this heart dies.
Why do I love the broken cup of this world?
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O Life Bringer, show me chains.
Lead me to the prison of freedom, of peace.
Your iron bars feel so soft and comforting,
like outstretched arms.
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The sun is your loving smile.