An infant’s cry cracks the dawn of a day in all eternity
And who’s to say what will unfold and what shall be his destiny
By mid-morning all the lessons learned, freedom is at hand
And play ensues till afternoon when he becomes a man
Then work and duty call on him to strive for his success
But by the eve, he realizes more want for happiness
The fire of the afternoon has burned to smoldering coals
And he’s warmed by his memories as he faces being old
But it’s in the early evening when twilight fills the gap
Between the burning heat of day and slumber’s cozy wrap
It’s here where peace and contentment wait
Like the twinkling evening star
Barely visible unless you concentrate upon the very far.
Before the night overtakes it, it has a solemn place
To witness, as it stands alone
The utter state of grace
It started as a story
As old as all of time
Barely changed by history
Relieved of any rhyme.
A play upon a stage
The actors held on strings
To perform at any age
Both sad and glorious things.
We agreed to take the part
Not knowing how to feel
But like a puppet’s heart
Just wishing to be real.
Pulled in that and this way
Lifted time again
Our body, arms and legs sway
Dangled by some thread.
We have this opportunity
To act the story out
In whichever way we see to tell
What it’s all about.
We rise and fall with ease
Under power not our own
And dance upon a breeze
While longing to go home.
We wish for some control
Not knowing how it’s done
But the curtains too soon close
Like the setting sun.
If only we could see
That there is nothing at all to fear
For we are not the puppet,
We are the puppeteer.
The scent of roses hovers near
Chasing the pain away
Bringing us closer to the things we fear
Drawing them into the light of day.
And once we uncover the truth inside
The petals peel away into a flower
To open our hearts that wanted to hide
Unveiling the depth of our inner power.
No longer does the bud exist
It’s grown beyond its former bounds
Despite its death, it still persists
In the form that it has newly found.
Patience is all that is required
That, and, of course, an open heart
Of the souls that seek their fate’s desire
From which true love will never part.
On this journey wide and far
That starts from such a simple seed
We find that no matter where we are
We will always have all that we need.
A single drop,
One tear gliding down a cheek
Begins a weeping that flows.
Without pain, a simple outpouring
Energy goes unnoticed
Into a puddle.
But let it be ink.
Let the indigo drops
Bleed into the pool,
Swirling until fully suspended,
Into the whole.
Until all is deep
Up in a tree
Away from the others
That’s where you’d find me
Hiding from brothers.
Just a skinny little girl
Of five or six
Getting away from the world
And the neighbor kid’s tricks.
“You’ll break your arm!”
My mom would cry.
“Only if I fall!”
Was my confident reply.
Favorite of all was the little plum tree
That shaded the play yard
For my sister and me.
In the spring the blossoms would cover the branches
I’d climb even higher, taking my chances
Up to where the limbs were small
I’d shake them violently
And the petals would fall
Raining down flowers
I’d squeal “Here it comes!”
My mother would sigh
“We’ll never have plums.”
It was just a little whisper, taken by surprise
A sleepy, easy morning, with dreams still in your eyes.
What I heard was a peaceful, breathless kind of “Hi”
Stretching under blankets, as you let the day go by.
Then our conversation – cut short by company,
Turned to a lovely moment, where neither of us could be.
But in my imagination, it all became quite clear
Despite the miles between us, each phone call brings us near.
And in that one small word, without giving any warning,
My soul was called back home on that easy Sunday morning.
And, as each tomorrow slowly whittles away today
I’m comforted by that word that now sounds so far away.
Like a lyric in my mind that lingers on all day
I stop and have to wonder
What else is there to say?
In the peace
At the edge of the deep
Silent corner of my mind
Lives the song of my life.
As the music of the clouds
And rustling breezes birth
A symphony in lush woods,
Lingering thoughts of distant places
Remind me of long-ago lyrics
And the rhythm moves me on.
It is the harmony of tides
And frequency of waves
That urge this traveler
To remember the movements
Of the distant past.
Lost in this voyage of time
Peeling back the layered years of my heart
I come to the song I’ve known.
Entering the quiet woods
Of my restless mind
I learn to sing.
Looking down into the sky
Wisps of mist drifting by
Far above the clouds and sea
A couple things occur to me
What little we know of time and space
How irrelevant we are to this place
The source of power dwelling in our soul
Is all we need to make us whole
And yet daily we act in bitter scorn
As though it was for that we’re born
While in reality we are here to seek
To love, to learn, to serve the weak
If only we would clearly see
We could all live so peacefully
Like the child who at first cries
Is soothed by loving lullabies
To remember is our only task.
Who we are. We need only ask.
I’d like to draw a picture, but have no pencil, pen or ink
So there’ll be no lines or circles, just the thoughts I have to think
At the start there are his muscles that move him through the air
Flexing underneath a coat of chestnut colored hair
His eyes are like dark marbles staring back at you
And his ears twitch nervously as he gets a better view
He shakes his massive head and flicks his tail at flies
Pounds his hooves into the ground as round the ring he tries
To escape the man who’s got a whip that makes a cracking sound
(It won’t actually hurt him – it’s just to move him ‘round)
For today’s his day of training how to let a person ride
So the bridle is all ready and the saddle’s by his side
Freedom was much better and it’s there he’d like to stay
Running with the mustangs just like yesterday
He’ll have a different life now and will carry folks, of course
It’s not much of a drawing, just a picture of a horse.
“A subject for a great poet would be God’s boredom after the seventh day of creation.” ~ Nietzsche
First there was here
And then there was there
Now here is this
That then is where
It was just an idea
Whose time was right
Long enough in the dark
Let there be light
Now this cannot be with that
There must be below
Here must be above
And it was so
There will be bounty
Here will be vast
All things will be plenty
And it was cast
Balance was needed
Hence the sun
As well stars and moon
And it was done
Spirit must go
To be on land and sea
Living in this place
Let it so be
Love burst forth
Men and women to share
In All that Is
Born was the pair
Wisdom will be
Available to all
And it grew on a tree
We as sad children
Acted out on our fears
Did sorrow discover
And shed our first tears
Alas, said the Lord
Look what I’ve done
Life and death forever
It has begun
Then without pride
Or judgment or shame
He rested at last
And turned on the game