RSS

Tag Archives: Murder

On The Seventh Day

“…time comes of the revolution of the heavens and day began with the first revolution.” Meister Eckhart

 

Thus, every mornings awakening,

Creation’s heaven touches the earth…

Moved from above; Seals the floor below.

Flight no longer a place to go.

All angels, wings clipped for walking,

Appeared on that day forever more.

 

****

Killing, is the arrogance of creation

Directed towards an empty sky.

Blasting through the earth,

Making shattered holes for souls to sink

Unaccompanied; heaven is unable to grasp

In flight below its floor.

 

 
40 Comments

Posted by on August 10, 2014 in Beginnings, Eckhart, Existential, Prose Poetry, Spiritual, war, Zen

 

Tags: , , ,

 
%d bloggers like this: