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Poems from the Heart
------------------------------- Mind Molting Flower, your weight bends and breaks the stem that supports you; pinched is your lifeline. The elements have had their way with you: your rain burdened wind beaten plumage-- Flower drying yellow-brown drop to the ground, and leave your stem free to be. ******* 1978 Wintering Spring, hidden source of all, blessed by thy mothering wing, alas but for the Fall, that stops thy living heart to beat, that hangs thy breath in toll, and yet another Spring will flow out of the icy cold. ******* Freedom A flower unfolds in the dead of night extending itself in directionless flight receiving its life from an inborn light, so still it stands there. Clouds don't drop rain to the soil not one bead of water moistens nor foils, still the flower unfolds seeming never to toil, and life flows within like a river. The ground that surrounds it is barren and bare no support does it give nor food, nor air, not even a crypt can it be for the fair flower that rises above it. Without a spark, a cause or a claim, beyond reason and elements that tame. a flower grows freely without domain, a flower grows freely to remain the same. ******* Striving Making for the illusion, the fly continues to crash into the window, only to end dried up on the floor. So too the mind scrambles madly to reach the perfection traveled only by the heart. ******* Still 11/29/77 It seems love and war wash these shores forever more. As in the past have come to rise recurring tides that mystify. Of sweetness and of dagger's edge, the lover's and the soldier's pledge, songs of life, and oaths of dread, freeing love and spewing dead. What mystery remains in clearer eyes, where truth and lies wear no disguise. Love's current is the keeper of the heart; it's the tidal waves of mind that maim. ******* We as much hold heaven up as reach for it. Leaves stretching toward the sun support the sky. ******* A small child approaches the sun with lantern in hand. The sun smiles. ******* Sacred Pipe 7/81 In the center of the circle, in the center of the pipe in the center of man is the bowl filled with the fire of inextinguishable life. From his center, the stem rises up as a channel of breath to the mouthpiece where inspiration is fired deep within the human being, inhaling man into existence. ******* Lullaby 12/4/77 Once love is found inside, everything else can be found. Through successive approximations of looking but not finding, our search is narrowed down to one single vibration that sings the universe. Through trial and error we become desperate enough to be cradled in the arms of love which rocks and soothes us from the inside, and there resting in the lullaby we are taught to be humble and holy. ******* 2/27/79 What chance have we when even cherubs plot divergence on the path. Although the body's song is sweet, a note from the soul is first and last. ******* |
Observations
------------------------------- 1/9/06 Angels dream of having both feet on the ground. ******* Adults say to children, do as I say, not as I do. Children, teach your parents to do as a child does, and do what they can. ******* Question 2/5/05 Not quite love letters from Dad. His alphabet is numbers. I have to believe that what is missing exists dormant somewhere. Zero can be a big number-- say something, say, something. We can practice a number at a time. ******* Walk a mile? Are you kidding? Most of us don't know where the other moccasins are. ******* Even the worst circumstances can lead to good fortune for the right person. ******* Our nano-biology is joy. ******* If hell is a renewable resource, can we buy in? ******* Season Finale What's the last thing you'll buy before you die? From the Shopping Channel, the mall, on sale? What will be the last commercial you'll see, the last show? Did you lose the five pounds, or gain the six pack? Did your candidate win? Your team? Will it be raining; need to cancel plans? Which last decision might you still be mulling over? Get your raise, your promotion? Who didn't you like today? What was the last thing you read, the last person who said, I'll see you? Will you still be wondering where the remote is? Does the grass need cutting? The stock market is up! ******* 1/1/05 There's more truth in the Twilight Zone than there is in the news. ******* The rich inherit the earth, but can't take it with them. The poor have nothing, and leave with all of it. ******* New Speak 2004 That being said, are robust pieces of vetted transparency, interfacing with and speaking to, horizontal conflational concepts of both word and meaning spreading meaning thin, as witnessed by this unpacked hyperbole of non-statements that vibrantly excrete a fodderload of words? I just wanted to speak to that. ******* Look for where the buck starts. ******* 2004 It's like driving in the rain with your wipers on. One minute it's clear, the next minute blurry. Just like that we get self-realized, and un-realized. ******* 10/26/04 I imagined everyone laughing in America. My boss, your boss, all the kids, laughing in America. Priests and orphans, farmers and lawyers, all, every one of us, laughing in America. ******* 10/10/04 The evening news right here in my backyard. Can you see what I just said? The personal vista here in my yard is the best news I'm going to get. Channel Fall is just fine. ******* |