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Poems from the Heart
------------------------------- A petal groping for the flower a raindrop seeking out the storm a heart hungry for love.... why do they wander when all are already home? ******* Back Yard To sketch with these words that which lies before me is incomprehensible; the words stop here not meaning. Collared, I'm set free... ******* Striving Making for the illusion, the fly crashes into the window countless times, driving himself dizzy, dried and dead on the floor. So too the mind scrambles madly to reach the perfection traveled only by the heart. ******* Time 1980 The clock by which our hearts beat is powered by everlasting love and mercy. The hour lines that divide it are constant inspiration. The hand that touches each second is ever present grace. The gears that turn within it are the lessons of life. The only time it reads is now-now, now-now... ******* Consciousness travels on the tides of the breath. Navigate still waters and find peace. ******* This is the end of Poems from the Heart column for now. 7/12/16 |
Observations
------------------------------ 2004 We are given a stage name and born to a family of actors. ******* Free Willie 2004 They'll kill Willie every time. They'll kill water too. Free Water! ******* Priorities I saw a curbstone on a flatbed with a police escort. ******* Whose Dream was This? 6/6/04 We slowly drove by the softly lit windows of America. Inside the darkness, brightly decorated Christmas Trees watched over smartly wrapped gifts. Warm welcoming homes sparkled with giving and cheer. I wondered where that country went; I was dreaming the old American dream. Inside that death was our hope. Time for a better dream. ******* So What? 5/4/04 A chick will forget the egg like a sprout forgets the seed, raindrops forget the cloud, a spring forgets the mountain. Leaves forgetting, fall from trees, like feathers from birds molting. We forget the hand and walk. Remembering, we breathe, give thanks, and touch the earth. ******* Strike Here 6/30/04 It has a huge underbelly and I can't hold on: the unspeakable name of this moment in time. The wind always shows up with news, the way striking flint leads to fire. There's a dictionary of subtle sounds waiting to be written: the sound of grass underfoot; the full moon in a clear Winter's night. Listen, everything speaks at once. ******* What Goes Around 7/3/04 Once there was a broken child who mistook a firefly for the moon and so grew by the light it gave. Then one night the firefly became a firefly, and the child became whole, and was no longer afraid of the dark. ******* Head in the Clouds 11/9/13 How much does a mental image weigh? Would it weigh upon us to think heavy thoughts? Or light airy ones to float away on, like the scent of rosewater. Images of forgiveness and compassion by the pound, by the thousands of pounds. Hold to the sound of nothing scary in the night. ******* Where to Begin? 11/3/13 Colorful leaves fall to the ground, and all is done-- Surrendered to abandonment, they let go to invisible forces that deliver them to their homecoming, and all is done. This wild ethereal pointillism in red, brown, yellow, orange, is the royal robe of Fall trailing along the ground. Another leaf and another, and all is done. What waits below hears every arrival, and knows the Prince of Autumn offers his cloak so that Winter may safely cross. And leaves will form again, and all is done. ******* 8/3/13 The True Way. The Way of all The Ways. How would we know? What does arrival look like? Can our techniques gather that honey? Could we recognize ourselves in that mirror? ******* |