All the Hemispheres

Kyle Thompson

All the hemispheres

 

Leave the familiar for a while.

 

Let your senses and bodies stretch out
 

Like a welcomed season
 
Onto the meadow and shores and hills.

 
Open up to the Roof.
 
Make a new watermark on your excitement
 
And love.
 

Like a blooming night flower,
 
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
 
And giving
 
Upon our intimate assembly.
 

Change rooms in your mind for a day.
 

All the hemispheres in existence
 
Lie beside an equator
 
In your heart.
 

Greet Yourself
 
In your thousand other forms
 
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
 
Back home.
 

All the hemispheres in heaven
 
Are sitting around a fire
 
Chatting
 

While stitching themselves together
 
Into the Great Circle inside of
 
You.

 

Hafez (1325–1390)

Khwāja Shamsu d-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī

 

Image Kyle Thompson and Nicolas Scarpinato

Slumber

Fleet footed dancing from bed housed outdoors, spring rain tickling skin. Naked, fae like, I pause gleaming in dawns light, face lifted to taste gods tears. Laughing I continue flight to warm waters indoors. Steamed mirror frames arctic eyes. Hello. Self-aware, seeking anchor of soul to form. Breath encased in weighty flesh, soothing but cumbersome. In my dreams movement is effortless, gravity defied, wings of angels adorn me.

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Photography: the very talented Mr Kyle Thompson