Valley of the Temples I

 

 

“Journey Through Sicilian Dreams”

The journey starts:

Earth:

Sing!
From the sea to the dust,

from the dust to the sky,

from the sky to the universe.

From the gentle wind upon the grasslands grass-lands

dustlands of you and me

Sing,

Earth.

Sing life.  Sing free.

Earth:

Sing!

Sing out love

of one spirit of unity

harmonized through the ebb and flow,

tidal currents of water-breathe breathing in the atmosphere

of womb-love gentle incubus of unity.

Sing, Earth!

Earth-song heartbeat of me and you

and all the blue red blue red earth of elephant monkey-dancing joy

            spirit of rebirth, cycle of renewal,

            purifying rain of singing earth.

Sing, Earth!

Sing with new vision,

joy of birth,

joy of youth,

joy of new life and

child life love

of smiling, laughing, growing joy.

Sing.

The dolphin sings the song of deep Zen

upon the waters of our departure.

Floating like breathe into the deep,

the dolphin sings renewal,

release, and of non-return-

the disappearance to the land of beyond. 

The mountains are calling,

and we are calling back,

a return of excited love,

and hopeful vision,

and wonderful joy

of traverse-traverse

into the heart land.

Well-seated upon my glass of sight,

eye of wonder,

eye of peace,

eye of songful singing into the nighttime of future destinations

            on southern cliffs of fame,

            watershed of pious thought

            and smiling friends

The Journey:

We commence as I sing my love for you:

Through Bagheria

the mountains to the right

rising like a blanket rumpled on the bed

of life-forming earth

(I sing my love for you).

And the train speeds on past Norman-decked chateaus

and olive tree orchards behind stone walls,

showering Sicily down to the tracks with

dripping life in green and brown and purple majesty.

The sun coasting an embrace through the looking glass

looking glass see through love of you,

I sing my love of you.

Through Trabia,

all balcony-balcony walkways upon the hill,

rising high apartments of the families I love

like I sing my love of you.

Termini Imerese

Are you by the sea, the sea?

Wild haired boys reading intellectuals by the sea,

of you writing to me,

of the sun loving the love between you and me,

I sing my song of love for you. 

Then through the valley

between ancient mountain towns of long-ago, long-ago,

still-here rebirth of present love,

tobacco fields beneath the sun

and canyon lands of checkered tree top grace-

the earth-dust drawing us

down to the home inside our hearts,

the hearts of joy and peace inside the land of song,

(I sing my love for you).

I sing my love for you,

lover of my ka,

cross of self,

x-mark of treasure-nature,

secret map of me.

Drop, lord,

drop on me the water,

the water of life and love

and disappearance into

the great mystery of you,

and stopping in Roccapalumbia,

I feel the tear of myself,

but know that it is alright.

Cammarta-San Giovanni Gemini,

tobacco smoke and earth-direction,

love of vision of the road,

love of you, love of you,

future jungle homes and garden-walking meditations,

singing of my love for you.

Acquaviva-Caseltermini,

life of water, life to water, life from water and water of life,

I sing my song of you.

Dolphin dripping water, dolphin dripping love,

woman-dripping love of life of you,

I sing my song of love for you.

Campofranco, between the mountains,

song of earth

Pross-Aragona Caldare, and I fight back fear of you.

Prossima Agrigeno Bassa

and I find my way, old way, kind way, way of grace

(for I am quite imperfect).

Until like a river falling from ancient heights

we come into the modern-modern of Agrigento,

and I must sing my love for you in songs of new Earth,

modern Earth,

plastic techno-earth and mighty city earth,

and leave the land of ancient dreams until the water can enfold me. 

(I sing my love for you). 

Arrival, and all is quiet.

Sunday in the streets

as the clouds sleep drearily overhead.

Grey is the sky,

and red is the earth,

and all the ancient-new life

of streaming modernity

running on into love and infinite love

as we float upon the currents of the cycle

of living life.

to fulfill the voyage song of love.

Sing to fulfillment the song of love,

of Earth-love

of sky-love

of sea-love

of universe-love high and lofty

in the tip-top dreams of our knowing eyes.

Young and bright shall we remain,

loving to fulfillment in the cycle of this life,

until we disappear into the great sea of no-return

singing of the Earth of love.

I sing my love for you.