Heavenwatcher

Supine, pinned down by
The magnet of this tiny,
Huge round world

Around them
Desert horizon
Obsidian tipped with flame

Then deep, quiet
Blue -
Fathomless ocean night

Then sky-black space
Sparkled with
Star-grains

Time-wind blown
Scattered like grains of sand
Fixed into maps of

Stillness and change
A perfect geometry
Wheels of pure power

Traced on the night- black
Darkness of receptive minds
Pinned to the desert floor

By hungry earthforce
Drawing her own
Back to her self

Subject to work and weakness
Pain, pleasure and cessation
Within this tiny tactile home