Muscle Poems

Welcome the Sun

Keep silent on pagan

Knowledge of the moon.

 

You let the contact be made

Already crossed the threshold.

With any thing lingering,

Slipping my grasp,

It’s ok that it’s taking this long,

I’ve already gotten what I’ve asked.

 

There is no power in all of creation

Greater than Love.

Welcome the good knowledge

Of the Sun.

 

There is no creation

Higher than Love,

That was formed by the moon

And fed by the Sun.

 

We do not have the impulse

To tear them down

As the moon goes up

When the sun comes down.

 

Drawn forth in perfection

By willing to bear the discomfort,

The task of the Earth in hand,

There lingers the light

That cannot be grasped.

In all of creation,

Who can’t ask for that?

 

We have already crossed the threshold,

Drawn near to perfection.

If the Sun be warm

And the Moon be cold,

The merry-go-round

Has a direction.