The New Mascot

Painting

The Art of David Wiley

Poetry

You Were My Epiphany

I think the body knows
that its own enlightenment
takes form and substance
at the moment the mind
dissolves into flesh

at the instant the winds
from the vast interiors of the soul
spring forth to open
the countless apertures of the skin
and sing with a million voices
caressfully blended
into the colors of thought
without thought

a million ears listening
to the echoes of a lifetime
filled with dreams of yeses.

You were an unlikely vision
a book thrown into the fire
and all the words
rising to paradise together

I saw you perform
I was your accomplice

I saw that light
at the center of the heart
where blood is mixed with essences
known only
in the language of our fingers

That light in your eyes
when we melted into BEING
still illuminates my sadness.

I remember how you began to unfold
like the vague designs
imagined in the black emptiness
at the beginning of time

how they began at last
to explain themselves
the why and the how
the paths perfectly taken
the odysseys of sun and moon
the birth of a whale

how everything appears and disappears
how the sky and the ocean
are old lovers
forever looking at each other
in each other's mirrors

and how your smile
erased a thousand years of war
of death and pain
plague and famine

how all of history
was a preparation
for that moment
when two spirits fused
a universe ended
and another one was born

how the music we made
was a true form of magic
as powerful as a nova
as peaceful as the deep sleep
of a forest

how we tried to continue
floating forever
on a stream to an unknown sea
lying naked under the sun
on a raft made of touches
while the whole of nature
silently watched

our mind's tongues
testing and probing
awash
with the various flavors of life.