the tattooed man iv

the tatooed man
is
swirling
whirling
a dervish

rumi's
friend

a motion picture
in motion

my life in little movies
on his cape

some
sepia

some
technicolor

some
black
and
white

stills move
like
harry potter paintings

personalities
places
mistakes
old lovers
great moments
old feelings

birth
and
the other end
perch like
laughter on the sidelines
as my
life
passes
in twirles
on the tattooed man's
cape

he dances like shiva
is still
as
siddartha

is complete
like
mateo appearing

mateo
the human
shaman

inside the tattoed man

welcomed
and
loved
feared
and
in wonder of

for mateo
abides no man
loves all

the tattooed man
is a flag
he
moves
like a dreamscape
first
on green grass
then
on fire
under clear water
in
pure air

i
in the temple
the tattooed man seats himself
breaths hard
in a sweat
on
his
bright silken pillow

i sit with him

his cape speaks
his eyes
glitter
wild
green

he smiles

diamonds in rags

bare soul rising



yes

he shouts

yes

he says

he says yes

he stands
he flings
his cape
he flies above me
he shouts
his voice
light
wind water
extatic
brave

yes he shouts

yes
yes
yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes yes

... yes ...

i stand
alone

i am

the tattooed man