Friday, November 24, 2017

Hope

Time, beautiful time,
the self professed tester
of human adaptability
swings me every day
between success and failure
and sleep brings no release
for I bear the weight of dreams
until the awakening
of enlightenment

I’m here in the everyday
cut and chip of soul
from static pose to flying mode
uncertain where I’ll fall
but fine filigrees of hope
crossing over in the dark
a safety net and soft landing
for the fallen and bereft.

Like a homemade mish-mash stew
I’m dished up from old to new
and if my heart should drop,
it lands uninjured and intact
into the lap of hope.

Hope’s a very splendid thing,
it dies and comes alive;
have you ever wondered why?

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Weakness

And so of weakness I must say
it comes and goes most every day
and implants the thought into my mind
that soon it will not go away.

But how to banish thoughts from mind
has puzzled me this life
because no matter what befalls
thoughts sleep then come alive.

I know each page must be turned
before the story can unfurl
but the words upon the page before
into my mind have been burned.

But I turn the pages one by one
for soon I’ll know there’s only love
that can and will write new lines
for what was then dusted, done!

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Renewed emotion

From the depths she felt the rise up of tears
but how can that be because stones do not weep
and mountains do not bow unto the weak
in this time after life’s full download.

The sign-in and add-ons during the download
a substantial amount of grief and heartache
but the installation in not too easy steps
should have forever stemmed the flow.

Yet determined they are to overthrow
the mother board of life’s betrayal
and implant a new and revised edition
to make it known emotion still lives.

Renewed emotion now quietly cries
but briefly because the back-up of life
brought to the fore all that went before
saved in the recycle bin.

The fall of tears essential for soul
out of sync with default settings
installed in all human beings
busy, so busy, cleaning windows, having fun,
and making money be!

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

I am also from

I am also from the womb
of creative intent
and from the contrariness
of one who journeys mindfully.

I am also from the motherhood,
the sisterhood, et al,
of the blue of sky and oceans wide
that capture the best of me.

I am also from the knowing
of corners, bends, and curves
formed each into an obstacle
that tests my flexibility.

I am also from the thoughts
of the you, the them and they
loving, indifferent, hateful,
imbibed collectively.

But I’m also from the heart
of angelic realms divine
who stitched in my unhappiness
an eternal pressure valve.

And I’m also from the love
that surpasses understanding
but how loving can love be
when it severs me from you?


Monday, November 13, 2017

A river

There’s a river somewhere innocent and naïve
and devoid of deception and lies
that needs for its future life
to avoid the tumultuous sea
and make of its resting place
a pool of tranquillity.

And so it set off with kindness and grace
over unchartered territory
determined to reach its goal
before the cessation of rain.

Then came the advent of climate change
and the river was forced to be still
and in the silence it retreated inward
to try and discern the truth.

Many months later the rain came down
and the river once again on the move
and although the truth none too clear
it proceeded with all hopefulness.

It travelled on unmindful of
its last long and lonely retreat
and life was good being there in the flow
until the channel that contained all thought
broadened out into new perspectives.

The river cried day in and day out
in hopes that its tears would move it outward
and they did, you know, and there in that place
of new and different perspectives
the river finally found
its pool of tranquillity!

Monday, October 16, 2017

I am from ...

I am from the slide of sun
into the place where lovers meet
and the glow of moon
that makes me know it’s true.

I am from silver linings
of the dark and menacing
and the dew that overlays
landscapes of betrayal.

I am from the song of birds
joyous in the morning light
and the silence of the lambs
overcome by stormy weather.

I am from the crust of earth
that stabilizes fear
and her own inner turmoil
that upsets what I hold dear.

I am from the question mark
of not understanding
and the exclamation mark
of acceptable conclusions.

I am from the trail of hands
that contoured soul to fit
all the many styles and shapes
of diverse circumstances ~
but most of all without a doubt
I am from loving you!


Tuesday, August 29, 2017

A way to survive

Heaven came down to visit today
and I tried to touch but couldn’t
for the seemingly near still too far
from the outreach of fleshy parts.

So in the time it took to know
of mind’s innate ability
the clouds hung low and ominous
over the land of my birth.

It’s an effortless glide to arrive
at the door where truth abides.
but stay away, stay away,
truth’s a weapon
to wound if not kill perceptions
based on human facades.

The human façade is amazingly skilled
at draping itself over the truth
but come the wind of a seeker’s mind
and the drapes part like the Red Sea.

Sometimes the then made visible
banishes trust to where it’s unused
and it lies as if dead forever, amen,
in the mind of all seekers, you see?

And sometimes there rises unbidden to voice
the undeniable “I love you”
but always we come back to the times
of rule and reign by human facades. 

There’s a reason heaven is way up there
and a reason for faith in facades
and faith is neither good nor bad
but just a way to survive!


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