meadow landscaping
tranquil, as the wind gently
blows, inside you know.
Haiku #17
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Sprite
It washed up on the shore,
she said
it would one day evermore;
we last were together,
when the sun was still shining down so bright,
and the blight we see now,
wasn’t even a memory,
nor in sight.
So much has changed,
yet it all is really
still the same underneath,
when you take a peek
to see what’s really there,
you’ll find that
it’s the same as before,
only the conditions in the
phenomena have transformed.
There’s still light by day,
and dark when it is night. And, yes,
things still show up on the shore,
when a loved one
last kissed you on the cheek,
and said, wait, I’ll be there
in the morn.
And, indeed, they were,
with a bundle of lights.
Though you’ve always known
the light they carry inside,
is the might of
the everlasting sprite.
In response to the WDYS #77 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Depend
I hear that voice echoing
from the past,
every second, fast, oh,
how long will this last?
When a moment feels like an eternity,
we hold tight,
and try to let go of the fright we feel,
yet at times,
we hold too close to heart,
and it can feel as if we’re falling apart.
Seams coming undone,
once tethered together,
now bursting with imagination and dread
in this very cold weather.
Inside the drama’s milieux,
perspective is hard to find,
as we run after feelings that are a part of another
place and time.
Remember, then,
as thought precedes feeling, and
you know that you are truly dreaming,
watch, listen, and
observe the scene,
instead of entering into it with every
piece of your being.
Perspective can be regained as
we learn more
about ourselves inside the dance, and
begin to master
the waves of our second chance.
One, two, three,
just like that, is how they
are feeling. Come and gone in an instant,
when we slow down and
let go of our resistance.
Be with all that comes your way,
many a wise one
will say. Nay,
love all that comes your way,
because it is part and parcel of the entire play.
Choose wisely then,
my friend, for on your life it doth
depend.
Devotion
They befall us all,
for it’s a part of being a walking
and breathing kaleidoscope,
on a planet so full of hope.
When they come,
it’s very normal to withdraw,
and look for reasons for this flaw.
Asking questions to the sky above,
yet, that might not be where
the answers are located, my love.
Tragedies are a part of the calamity of
this thing we call life.
They are part and parcel of the
seen and unseen,
and everything in between; conjoined
forever in an illusory dance with,
Blessings
my friend are all around you,
so when you have a moment,
take a minute, and stop. Stop
moving, and just be
with all that surrounds you, and
is within you.
And, in that silence,
listen, feel, and always
keep it real.
Reality holds a lot of promise,
when we move out of the way,
and let go of our preconceived notions.
When we stay in motion,
and let our hearts open,
allowing the silence within to
determine our devotion.
The Dance Dances A Life of Its Own
This poem is a collaboration with DiosRaw, which is a wonderfully insightful website, and inspirational blog. I had a great time writing this poem with Amber. We hope you enjoy it!
Disguised within
the might of words lies silence
that speaks
inwardly, with
a spark reserved for the rendering
of our collective hearts.
Beneath
the surface,
the
words we ink, spill our surrender into authentic seeing
between
the spaces in momentum being, created inside that expanse at your center.
Be clear, my dear,
the way of opening is already
here,
just take a look at those concepts
you hold close,
transcending
into non-dual consciousness,
meaningful
and meaningless abstractions superimpose.
One on top of the other,
in a dance of mutuality and
complete singularity, so
breathe in deep, be silent,
and let those words go.
Do not mock a pain you have not endured,
you walk in shoes of yours
to express into words
the meaning of experience you chose,
once adopted these concepts we call words,
live a life of their own, dancing from within to the
page in a steady stream of consciousness
via the law of attraction, instead of simple reaction.
Reflected in the multifaceted mirror,
scattered fractals of the all,
squeezing the essence of awareness into our scripts,
fear not your own beauty in your creations,
for the dancer creates the dance to be danced.
Mind
thinking,
the mind ponders
and creates at will, so
watch, listen, and sit in
the silence in-
between.
The name of this style of poem is called the Hexastich. It took me some time to get to writing one of these. It was fun.
Haiku #16
wind blows with gale force,
waves crash into the sand, I
submit in awe, love.
Tanka #10
sit, watch, and wait, while
the Universe explains the
scene unfolding, and
the mystery within, as
one moment becomes the next.
In response to the WDYS #76 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Friends (Repost)
I am reposting this poem, as it was just accepted into Spillwords!
I saw you
That first time
From across
The playground,
Though there were
So many people around,
You
Sure did stand out
They called me shy
Back then,
So as our eyes met,
I turned on my heel
In fret
Of the unknown, which
You conjured
In, my, then
Burgeoning
Imagination
And, the anticipation
Of our first real
Meeting, which
Filled me
With so many
Strange
And never
Felt before feelings
Of mystery
Inside my own
Young history
And, when you did
Approach?
I started for the door,
And you captured
My hand, and
Said, don’t
Be afraid, your
Safe with me
In the shade, of
Our first encounter
And, oh, what a joy
I did feel,
As my heart sped,
And then so did
My head
With thoughts of fancy,
And love
At first sight,
You were such a delight-
-ful being, grace and
Composure, a rock on
My shoulder, countenance
And magic
All rolled into one
For I did shelter in your
Embrace,
For many a year,
Through storms and triumphs,
All given with such grace
And composure
Even through
The most
Difficult
Exposure
To pain,
You were always
At my side, rain or
Shine,
I never did fear
You would slide away
Or hide come what may
Why?
Because you were
The first,
For all the rest
Were measured against,
My true love,
And first real friend
Witness
Journey with me, if you will, a trip
down an unknown street, and into an
unknown land filled with mystery and confusion,
it is a gift of life’s perfusion.
In one hand we can hold, if we are so bold,
this conundrum. A hidden balance, scales
moving back and forth in a dance that requires
special attention to see it’s worn out portension.
It’s like that often, and yet, most can only
hold the one view, a blow to soften.
The myriad of challenges and disappointments
that are part of the movement, seen and unseen,
just like in a dream. How do we then find our preen?
Practice makes the dance more noticeable
to the senses, yes, and also to the part of ourselves
that creates balance between
sensibility and our inner tranquility.
There is much that can be learned from within,
if we learn to quiet our mind, and sit in stillness,
thus becoming a silent witness.
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 