metaphysical sonnets

how much colors, blending, shape our lives?
How much refractions, splits, from white heat stray
In graded weight- or pressure- down to us?
Where holy ghost above the waters thrives
Rays turn to spirals that before ran straight:
Merged sound separate from colors; weakening shades
Pronounce the colors’ hue in pure and base-
The pure, the ugly come in different wise
Thus gold radiates, dull yellow sure emits 
And green, violet,blue, red and orange grade
Both infra, ultra colors mixed to rise
In huge consellation round about their beats.
  Your colours do radiate, your od is pure:
  Why not when love do all emissions cure?


When Hjalfdar ruled (so Saxon folklore said)
He fought the dragons, slew the snake, and built
First rising temple on the earth prepared
Hallowed such structure on the mountain staid
He led his band through thick and thin and built
The ladder of steps which was to the heights referred
Thus eons of years to come, Patmos doth lie
A sad reminder of the days of joy
That Asia minor isle where John did live
With Mary, Phryga; Lazarus twice had died
And Martha gone where cooking won’t annoy
Nor complaints of her lonely serving grieve

  Hjalfder and Holda. Who can fault their flight?
  Johanness and Mary, shall we not ape aright?


The question is: what’s love? What’s justice? And what’s source
Of all that is, that, formless, formed for us
Shine substance out, yet substance none, though cross
He does radiate whose gaze forms ocean of flames
A female being doth substance form and planes
Cascades, deposits, terminate at gate fast chained
Where darkness, void and formlessness lie deep
Unsubstantiate doth work in three to keep
Love, justice, formed by he who would not sleep
justice, whose scale doth nod from side to side
Became the creative word “let there be light”
Judge all the souls that say not ‘there was light’
  Thus equal triangle the triune formed
  Sharp central eye the binding soft love formed