I am so pleased to announce that my poem, cloudless drifter, is now available atMasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
cloudless drifter
oranges and limes fill the sky a scent reminiscent of another time
when love was like a drop of candy in the winter and the fields were dusty
a cloudless drifter…
I would be honored if youwould go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
I point to each star I see, wanting to believe in more
something beyond the scope of my current ability to cope
with the loss in my heart, living there like a mirage that comes upon us all at once, and we stop,
stare, and deeply revel in a dream for something more to be seen…
waiting, watching, wondering, if what we see is reality, or just as it seems
blurry, through the tears that fill my eyes continuously,
I seek
shelter, from the field of dancing projections that live within my minds limited perfection
and, the paradox?
also living within our heart, is a capacity beyond our ability to comprehend, so at times, we pretend to not notice, yet
the
mobility, and nobility
once seen on a movie screen, now coming home, to you and me,
is so wondrous, we pause, breathe in the healing presence, and realize that all of life’s dejections, and, reflections, live within our hearts protection
Sitting, I ponder the nature of our existence. Quiet mind, not a noise found anywhere, silent, stillness, and so much brilliance.
It fills my entire being with joy, of such immenseness, at times it’s hard to actually say more than this.
And, the more I learn, in fact, it seems it’s in the saying less where we find out what’s best.
It feels like it’s taken me an eternity to learn this truth. Yet, it’s really only been one moment since I was just a youth.
Time is funny that way, wouldn’t you say?
Long and drawn out in times of great stress, or when we are simply unsure how to handle life’s continuous tests.
And,
Short and awfully quick, in times when we are in a hurry, rushing from here to there, without even giving the scenery a second stare.
There is a third way, however, to see and experience, all that surrounds you. It’s seen when we slow down, and are present to each moment, caring for them as if they were the only gift that could possibly prevent our descent.
Darkness Worn like a cloak On a brocade Of silence
Memories are translucent, and
Fibers of my being Are hard, at times,
To piece together.
They fit in a splash Of overlap, one Scene runs Into the Next,
And, I’m often quite Transfixed,
By the pictures I see, So much so, I wonder If they Are
Even really me.
Lightness And, as the shadow Lifts, light begins To creep in,
Not all at once, no Slowly, one measure At a time.
The light must be Careful, not to Scare too Much
Fright Into the unsuspected.
Those who are not Used to its fullness, Stillness, and yes also Goodness.
Yet, it does invade, And pervade the senses, Bringing with it, a new dawn, With all of its new drawn-
Out histories, yet to be Lived, and then, yes, eventually, Told.
The question, so bold?
Why the darkness and The lightness? What’s the Story of this symbiotic Relationship,
Which manifests in So many different ways When at play, during the Day, and, yes, even when We are hiding in the shadows Of its fullest measure.
Our pleasure unrecognized, not Fully brought to its light.
Symbiosis In the end, dark and light Are a pair of opposites, Just like the rest of The world.
While we get carried Away in a whirl-winded Exploration of why;
Why not try to simply Accept the reality that is.
Lightness exists, As does darkness, and, Paradoxically,
And, oh so commonly,
You can be in the light, While in the dark, just As you can be in the dark, While in the light.
It works that way, all Throughout our days Until we are finally carried away.
Instead of a diary entry this week, I am choosing to share this three-part poem with you. I wrote this a few weeks ago just before traveling to the coast. At that time, it occurred to me to write a poem about three concepts, darkness, lightness, and symbiosis. Yet as I wrote the poem, they felt like three distinct parts of an overall unified whole, so I structured them and am sharing them just as they occurred to me. Fun.
