Echoes on Easter Island

 

“Echoes on Easter Island”

The silence as the clouds go rushing by
*across the treeless island’s bare terrain
where statues, mute, sit quiet in their clime
to worship, chant yet no one hears their claim.

Signs of their age show in their surface scowl
as muscles strain to move their burden forth.
Men grunt and stretch to transfer giant haul
with logs from trees that roll their statues north.

These silent icons speak of heaven’s hold.
Their antique voices echo from the past.
Harmonic crowds of angels have foretold
a tale of man’s redemption come at last.

They wail! These mighty icons pitch and lean
as mesmerized, they view their layered world;
their nights a holographic, starstruck scene.
What secret dreams has Rapa Nui hurled?

Now drop two stones in silent-surfaced pond
both circles formed may intermingle; die.
Below the surface, interference bonds
as spirit in the man has wings to fly.

That wisdom lies beneath the spreading wave;
encircles sound yet soul is not enslaved

*They say the islanders cut down all the trees on Easter Island so they could move their giant, carved heads to specific locations. They must have been waiting for rescue from another planet as the statues were placed strategically, on the island, as a kind of welcome sign for those coming from outer space to recognize their island as the place to land! The patterns set up on the island look like a kind of airport being readied for visitors from outer space. Reminds me of a modern-day movie,”Close Encounters of the Third Kind.”

 

The Heaven of Thirty-Three

under-red-trees(Source: Dreamstime.com

 

“The Heaven of Thirty-Three”

 

Where are the other Thirty-Two?

Gone from this earth;

alienated from this sod?

I look within this dearth.

Hear whisperings from this clod;

my heart.

Upon my soul is shod

the Thirty-Third.

 

Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm.  Use 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods.  

Jazzy Religion

Clint OneSource: Sketch by Clint Casey.

“Jazzy Religion”

She

red-lipped

prophet-seer

blaring out the

word.

He

prays swell

apple-cheeked

blowing on his horn.

Me

soul-less

entranced; their

foot still in my

door.