YIN
I cast my magic spell - I am darkness
upon you - my stormy eyes - ebony dragons
That devour your will: Clouds come,
more clouds - storm raging atop my mountain
I watch you at my vantage point
from within you through a storm that never relents
I see you below - looking above
into clandestine nightfall - Now I disappear
Fizzling moon effervescing behind
lacy night clouds
I am your private typhoon - mercilessly
I roar in the corridors of your soul
My murky, frothy waters batter your
spirit
I move the mountains to spew their
wicked venom forth on the condoning land
Causing congeries of debris that
settle in your heart
Through your mind's open door -
the herons are released to the sky
Desperately ascending to heaven's haven
You - A western man attempt to
manufacture the eastern way to your own use
But the wall between the eastern
and western mind can never be brought down
So forever you are terrestrial
- seeking to be celestial
I walk in feline footsteps that pierce
the edges of your sunlit psyche
Muse of darkness - Muse thirteen,
whose ravenous song devours your yang
Light bending - light yielding
- moved to subterranean depths within yourself
A flailing bird with broken spirit
- Wings now folding away
Funny ancient rhythms - Incantations,
undulating
Western mind - Closing eyes
Eastern sun - Now rising.
Copyright 1997 by Lyssa Aja