Windborne...

The Day decides, not I,

the Wind blows

and off I go

whither it may take me,

till the requirements

and Dire Testaments

of a Civilized Society

(excuse the laugh

into the sleeve

as some ridiculousness

is too much to believe)

drag my feet back down

to sweet Mother Earth...

 

Better I should drive a hearse,

picking up the Dead

as I go along,

"Bring out your Dead,

Dead Man walking"...

Lives without Balance,

splattered with mud

wallowed in a rut

tattered and bedraggled

in their finest togs...
 

Jogging with I-pods,

filming on I-pads,

talking on I-phones

and wondering why

the Live alone among the Lonely...

 

You know the Truth in this,

you know that which,

it is you miss,

there has been something

missing all along ,

knowing what is wrong

and doing nothing

is the greatest Sin of all...

 

June 11, 2015

But Soft...

In soft speech

harsh Truths spoken;

tokens for the Ferryman

to take you from

the Land of the Living

across the River Styx

to where Hearts and Souls

lie Dormant, Suspended,

waiting for the Clarion call

to raise them all

from their inert state;

but don't wait too long,

muscles will weaken

not grow strong,

waiting for some  Miracle,

a Savior to come along

and lead you by the hand,

to ease your Pain and Suffering,

take you out to the burning sands

of your deserted lives

to the Holy City shining

like a Beacon in the Promised Land...

 

Understand the Logistics,

forget generalities

blanket statements

get down to the specifics,

Miracles and Marvels

would be terrific

but Truth is subtle

and softly spoken

Whispers on the Wind,

tell me, what , if anything

has awoken?...

The Vanities...

 It is in the Questioning,

the Desire, the Fire

hoping to make one see

an Old Truth in a New Way,

Modern Man reborn

amid the ruins of Pompeii.

the Snake Stairs uncoil

in the steaming Jungle Sun

to seek mid-day shade

then go back to tracking

the Yearly Sojourn...

 

Tell, tell me of what you have learned

in your travels,

both Dreaming and Awake,

what Thirst did you slake

that made you hungry for more,

looking to explore yet another Shadow?...

 

Kn0w to ascertain the Indistinct

it's not as easy as you think,

to separate yourself

from the moment

and your surroundings

but once you do have the control

the difference will be astounding;

the Clarity, the Parity

you can't help but smile

for it truly is a Divine Comedy

with the joke being on ourselves

and our multitude of Vanities,

Ego, Pride, and False Sense of Entitlement,

all useless, wasted Energy,

time spent chasing your own Shadow

where the doubt's been hidden all along;

release it in song

and send the prayers Heavenward...

May 29, 2015

Contained in a Raindrop...

A trickle of Rain,

Electrical Morn,

atoms displacing

raising the warmth from the Earth

as Molecules increase in speed

and suddenly,

nothing

 but the Wind that broought the storm

turned to Breeze...

No, now I think not;

perhaps it is the Breeze

is the Little Brother of the Wind,

always tagging along;

sometimes before,

to warn you of the coming Storm

at other times coming after

in almost Dionysian laughter,

singing praises to the Power, the Fury

of the Torrent, the Tumult,

the Thunderous Wonder...

 

Drop of Rain,

are you the same one

from yesterday, I wonder

I wonder from what part

of the Sky it is you came

and how long before

you in particular return

in the Circle of things,

just wondering;

don't you ever wonder

about such things;

silly rabbit,

Trix are for kids...
June 15, 2015 

Who Me? (But Seriously)...

Moses stuttered,

no Charlton Heston he,

strutting, jaw jutting

Spiderman superhero;

Noah drank,

surprised he never sank

the Ark,

lucky there was nothing

to run into;

can't think of a name

without some bit of shame,

Human Nature, after all,

has not changed

in a Millennia,

raise your hands

if your perfect
any of ya',

so why should it seem odd

if the messages

your Heart sends you
really come from up above?...

 

Love, Live,

Cry,
Give all that you can,

hold nothing back

for it is in Release

that the tension ceases,

it will bring you to your knees,

the Epiphany of Belief,

the Certainty , the Validity

is within you to acknowledge,

the simple Wisdom

not taught in any college...

Faith is a lifestyle,

not a Religion,

not some cold stone building;

a Way of Living...
June 24, 2015

Slipstream...

A Gathering of Souls,

and unraveling,

a Gordian Knot loosened
enough to allow you to breathe,
to Believe in the Power of Unity,
what one tries
two may complete,
the helping hand guiding you,
lightening your load,
but not taking it,
giving you the respite you  need
to begin again,
for you can not fail
if you never give up;
get up, dust yourself off
and begin again,
keep your eyes on the horizon
for it is there you will see
the morning Sun as it rises
and even if the day blooms
grey and gloomy
look to the Moon and know
it is the Light of the Sun
that makes it glow...

Not all is as it appears
but there are constants,
unchanging, unwavering
year after year;
anchor yourself to the Earth,
realize your Goodness, your Worth
for we all have something to give
but first you must learn
how to Live...

June 23, 2015

Just Lucky, I Guess...

The rains cleanse

as Sky opens

and the torrent begins

washing the filth of Civilization

to the curb and catch basins,

A tree not set well in the Earth

regrets not seeking deeper,

living on the surface,

without depth, without solidity

toppling now across the tracks before me

branches brushing past my face

a feather's kiss,

a leafy embrace

and I in the middle 

in the only safe place...

 

Untouched and unharmed,

I look Heavenward,

knowing it was no rabbit's foot

or some Lucky Charm;

Myrtle, Acacia, Cyprus, Cedar
gifts springing from the soil;

learn the Magic, know the Mystery

Basics Truths, Earthly Majesty,

for it is Written for all to see

if your eyes are focused,

if your Heart believes...

 

The Time approaches,

the Beast nears,

fear the Trumpets
for the will announce

who will continue

and who will diminish,

so get your affairs in order,

the Time grow short...

June 24, 2015

 

 

 

 

Out of the Wilderness...

I've heard The Call,

distant peals of Thunder,

the battle that has raged

threatening to tear me asunder

has kept me from understanding;

tears wept and fists clenched,

i have stood in the pouring rain,

water turning to steam,

as i screamed in anger and frustration

has been my schooling,

a pooling of my resources

in preparation of my part

in the Great Equation,

my gestation if you will,

born of Fire, hardened by Ice,

weathered by the Elements,

i am become a Firmament,

these colors won't run

so it may be clear to anyone

who may hear

(if they have an ear)

the Truths i speak softly...

 

From no lofty height,

from my Heart,

from my Soul

comes this Insight;

just doing as i have been asked,

this has become my task,

built to last,

this Temple will not fall;

shining on, shining on...

 

June 1, 2015