like the full moon
seeking fulfillment
there i hung
dangling in space—
half empty—half full
gradually
the tell-tale linking
of the gibbous moment
of truth’s awareness
came in the still of night
then i realized
fulfillment is preceded
by life’s crucifixion
fulfilling resurrection:
it’s the emptiness
of life’s cross
that brings fulfillment…
once again i ink crosses
of words and pray
they empty themselves
and become
ascensions to the minds
of blessed children
anointing them with sacred
guidance
that their minds
may paint and echo
the perceived beauty
of creation’s truth:
indeed
contemplative gifts
leave keloid
elephant memories…