Thursday, December 6, 2018

Not a statue


She’s not a statue, no, she’s not
but just a woman in repose
contemplating life and love
and what the future holds.

It’s been a lifetime, more or less,
yet still there’s no results to show
except to say life veers and dips
and love simply comes and goes.

And so she moves; at last she does,
but muscles that once firm and strong
and thought to enter life full pace
now weak and slow and uninspired.

It’s hard to drag the unexplained
and all that can’t be understood
along the path she knows to take
unless the mind is jettisoned.

And so the mind takes to flight
and discovers in the atmosphere
all that’s missing in the world
and what will never be.

It could be true to say she’s now
a mindless woman just like me
walking, talking, laughing some,
and acting like the mind’s intact.

But she’s okay; you know she is,
because her heart still as made
guides and leads and navigates
through all of life’s pitfalls.

As for love, well, yes, it’s there
because when unconfined by mind
it blooms and grows like roses do
and beautifies the world!

Thursday, November 15, 2018

No wind


There’s no wind today but evil still blows
over the land like a tidal wave
and it lifts and scatters the foundations of life
to make humans behave in the strangest of ways.

Soon what is strange will turn into norms
practiced with vigour day in and day out
and perceived freedom will turn into chains
to secure one and all to instability.

There’ll be no place to land and believe
love prevails and kindness exists
and the caring that once enabled true growth
will simply be incomprehensible.

But we’re not there yet, not yet, not yet,
and so of the wind let it blow gratitude
and belief in the power to be like a tree
with roots sunk deep in goodness and grace.

Goodness and grace?  Can it be, can it be?
Oh, can it, can it, ever ere be?

Friday, November 2, 2018

Twisted world


It’s a twisted world that cannot be
straightened out by humankind
because the twist made firm and strong
simply cannot be undone
by the good and true.

They stress and strain, pull and tug,
and sweet talk till exhausted
but the twist simply smiles
and lives another day.

The twist elusive snakes its way
in no particular order
across the countries of the world
relentless in its quest.

Oh, yes, it ties us up in knots
and, yes, we turn this way/that
in attempts to be as once was made
but really it’s to no avail.

There is a secret, yes, there is
to resisting and indeed preventing
that twist from gaining ground
but I can’t tell you what to do.

If I could I’d simply say … pray.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Top of the mountain


She reached the top of the mountain
battered and bruised and somewhat confused
but she breathed the air of one quite relieved
to be where no man had ere been before.

She knew for a fact because pristine and clean
un-ravaged by greed and man’s mortal needs
and nowhere a sign of destructive measures
designed to lay waste to the pure innocent.

So she stayed for a time to pluck from the air
the strength to return to where she came from
and thought to pretend for a life time or more
still too weak to tackle the down.

But the down is the making of character
and the moulding of all she needs to be
to release the strength to face the unknown
and to finally know she did it, she did.

So she loaded her wagon with all that she was
and made her way down steep inclines
careful to not dislodge her resolve
to conquer the pitfalls of life.

And she sang the song all gypsies do
day and night all the way down
till back in the midst of humanity
she became the queen of all that she knows.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Lost


Not a stone, boulder, rock,
but just a woman somewhat lost
in this world of love’s abandonment
perceived as paradise
by those with low ability
to see and feel the truth.

So confident they say to do
the opposite of love’s dictates
to not abandon or let go
what love has joined together.

“Turn around, turn around
and place that love inwards
to satisfy your own desires
and carefree join the pack.”

Some merit there but how to turn
when love walks straight and sure
and so she’s lost and yet she’s not
because she knows, has always known,
one cannot now or ever
unsubscribe from love!

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

The first


It slides and slithers, oh, just so,
before it disappears from feel
to leave a great and growing need
to once again be joined.

Not long until again it’s back
to quench the need and satisfy
and as the sun rises up
the day is greeted happily.

And in the pause before the next
it works its magic deep within
warming, holding, comforting,
and awakening the senses.

But for all that follow in its wake
none so special as the first
and how can humankind survive
without that first one of its kind?

Yes, it is, you guessed I’m sure.
It’s that hot and steaming freshly brewed
morning cup of coffee!

Friday, August 3, 2018

Village of Humanity


In a village of humanity where the children all grow old
double-sided rainbows weren’t expected every day
but suddenly in awe the inhabitants looked up
and radiated energy pulled the sky down to ground.

Blanketed in blue and shades of other hues
the energy confined boiled over into crime
and the mothers, fathers, children, as one became unglued
from a value system and the merit of kinship.

Up and out they struggled one by one alone to find
the earth no longer stable had become a rolling ball
from which they fell and tumbled into a foreign mode.

In adjusting to the temperature and the intensity of change
love became as water free flowing down a drain
and collected in deep pools beneath the earth’s crust.

There it bubbled, boiled, and today it bubbles, boils,
denied full release into the atmosphere
but through the hues of sky and me it erupts occasionally
and sends boulders, pebbles, rocks, flying everywhere.

Catch them … but they can’t
for love and foreign modes
are and will remain
incompatible!