Pilgrimage: Roses

as I returned from the cemetery
I saw rose after rose
in April profusion
I then walked into the petal
centered with sweet musk
and went to sleep

Companion Pilgrim. No longer counting.

Stone eyes open to thought and the book that is chipped as companion Who would have thought we could begin again like this The prayer beads of marble The petals of the Spring gather like pods of marriage rekindling The robe of rough cloth giving way to the nakedness of the eyes open to the companion the chipped petals gathering like beads.

Pilgrim of A Blind Eye

Vase of the body. Rose of
the walk. Smiling with
eyes closed. Find your
self reflected in the raised
braille of the body, the 
generic graffiti of an arm. 
Hands on waist.

Pilgrimage: Shopping

we are walking
toward the meadows
where tulips and peonies sprawl
in profusion from tall French
galvanized metal vases
we are walking
past La Farine and apple fig tartes
waft their butter-soaked fragrance
toward the door
we are walking
from Cole Coffee
after sipping creamy lattes rich and strong
we wear sexual smiles

this is not a mall

The Pilgrimage of The Myrhhbearers

Tomorrow, Easter again,
for Greek, Antiochian,
Orthodox. Next, Bright
Week, when those who 
pass past candles last, their 
breath captured in glass, 
will fly straightaway to 
Paradise. No passing Go, no 
admission tickets requested,


instead a one way concert of 
chanting in close alcoves
for even the non religious 
family left standing
at the soft pink casket 
where the lilies
reach


toward the adopted ones and
the short & tall grand
sons. Door standing 
open. This past week, 
three women, two I knew
and one I didn't, tiptoed
without aid of chair or tubes
into roles of three 


like Marys reincarnate
running down the hill
with no one to tell.
Their quiet misunderstood;


Heaven.

Pilgrimage: Array

every inch covered
glitter wood paper
waits for the eye to rest
and wallet to open
there are treasures here
I imagine I
just don't know where to
look

Fwd: Haiga

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Begin forwarded message:

From: Evangeline Brown <cestegal@att.net>
Date: April 9, 2012 3:38:35 PM MDT
To: Evangeline Brown <cestegal@att.net>
Subject: Haiga

let there be little
houses and blue indigo skies
white clouds and cool winds

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Pilgrimage; Good Friday

the pilgrims have made their way
to the sanctuary
an imitation of the halting
painful stumbles
of a Jewish revolutionary
you are more important than the rules
you are more beautiful than the flowers
where you are right now is heaven
he died for that

Maundy Thursday from a Different House

Spray these walls
with politic,
young man.
Lines drawn 
at the table.
Here's a stair-
well, I stop
long enough
to hear 
the sounds
of innocence
approaching
like weather 
or dinner as
poetic history 
is resurrected.