A Love Circle

Before.
Before White was Supreme.
Before.
Before White or Supreme.
Before Yesterdays.
Before Tomorrows.
Before Yes and No.
There was Love…
Love. Love. Love Supreme.
Before
1900 met 26.
Before Destiny’s Door danced with
Church Blues Harmonizing
Middle Passage Moans;
A Dark Skinned
Daring, Deferred
Dream was conceived.
One mint green Spring
Equinox Night
Not that long ago.
Imagine…Lava Stars
Shining like Black Blood Diamonds
Whispering and Whispering
Melancholy Monumental Musical Moments
Of Sacred Bruised Brilliancy
After the Rain.
This Being of Human
Scarred with Spiritual Dirt
On his fingers.
Was named John Coltrane.
If you want to see the universe,
Just look inside his mouth.
With Kaleidoscopic inner visions
Inside Kaleidoscopes.
With Saxsoulful Stirring Sounds
Vibrating Intimately Into…In Through…Inside…
Auras of Audibility
Pure Infinite Freedom. No fear.
In a Moment’s Notice
You’ll feel All
Physical and Spiritual Senses
All at the same time.
Jazz. My One and only Love.
John Coltrane surrounded by Billions & Billions of
Giant Steps…
Dizzy, Ornette, Miles, Naima, Blue Train, Pharaoh, McCoy, Elvin,
Alice & Ravi.
Coltrane is Jazz.
Raw, Rogue, Righteous, Revolutionary, Reverent.
Innately Intimate
Transformations Teleporting time. Traveling Through
Temples  & Temples of Tones.
Into
Something Magical. Into Something Sensual. Into Something Supreme.
Jazz. My One and Only Love.
My words lie limp longingly leaving tiny tarnishes.
My words inadequately shy, bite their tongues.
Sensing melodic muscle memories

Of your Summertime Finale.
John Coltrane, you said,
“I know that there are bad forces, forces that bring suffering to others
And misery to the world.”  “I want to be the opposite force.”
“I want to be the force which is truly for good.”
The Force is clearly with you and will always be…
Before
Before.
Before White was Supreme.
Before.
Before White or Supreme.
Before Yesterdays.
Before Tomorrows.
Before Yes and No.
There was Love…
Love. Love. Love Supreme.

John Coltrane by enidpickett