Pictured Trees

17 06 2013

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i
saw
these
trees,
today.
Again,
and,
for the first time.
Magnetically flowing,
and charged,
was the face,
of our divinely,
unrepentant,
stoic kin,
reflected,
and represented,
in a picture of the grove.
These faces flowed gracefully
through the hair of our mother,
the forest, and stood stark,
resplendently, reverently…
Portrayed and captured
by a human device,
in the hands,
of another mere mortal.
The first picture was feminine.
Lips below, seductive and tranquil,
Guiltlessly, Peacefully, Murmuring
Oh to hear such words as they spoke!
Blossoming and flowing gently,
from within the ancient realm,
of this most ancient wombs’,
perpetual dominion,
which is the
forest.
Such
were
the
eyes,
alas,
to look upon
such eyes!
What fate would that be?
To meet the gaze of such eyes as these?
These eyes that flow through the ancient trees,
then disappear in a string of flowing boughs,
scant seconds before meeting the gaze…
The divine mystery directing a symphony,
with a truly divine back to the audience,
congregation-community.
At the very edge,
of almost seeing into these eyes,

another face blossoms from the first.
Perhaps it is a perpetual portrait of divinity,
sacred fractals molded into pixels
being shown to mere mortal souls,
in flowing, scrolling,
sepia toned transience,
and black and white…
Brilliance.
Shown to be,
were those faces,
one of Many.
No greater,
or less,
than any Other.
When they were
flowing together…
When they
were one.
Just the same,
were those faces
in the trees,
that I saw today.
In them i saw
an accepted,
transient,

nomadic diversity,
and inherent divinity.

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Intangible Gifts

15 06 2013

Simple…
Seemingly finite, and yet endless,

in our mortal span,

are the things which amaze consistently:

The bloom of a flower.
The flow of a river.
The tide of a sea.
Each new day.

Intangible gifts, taken,

in a perpetual exchange of mediocrity between ourselves,

and that which sustains creation itself.
These simple, expected things, hold in their tender wombs,
divinity,
with no expectations for it’s gifts.





Essence

4 06 2013

The essence of divine at last, embracing future, present, past.
The words I put upon the page, from some enlightened, bygone age,
the story still remains the same, there is no gold, nor fortune… fame,
yet quantum peace and bliss is there, riches far beyond compare.

She travels on, yet never moves, her spark the fire that consumes,
illusions of my waking thoughts – still unaware that what I sought,
lies within… above…. below… in places where my shadows throw,
a darkness on that blazing light, that glows forever, in my night.

The blinking maze, of sight and sound, that keeps the spirit moribund,
in fleshy cages, where we pine, for inner feelings, so divine.
I travel on my wayward path, embracing love, forsaking wrath,
yet undefined, remains the spirit, though I may bask, in lamplight near it…

A timeless age still lies in wait, for men who never question fate.
Their brave hearts true, can pass each test, as they embark, upon the quest,
the ever laded, seeing eye, glimpses them as they pass by,
while mortal flesh, lies unaware, of visions that she chose to share.





Evenstar

26 05 2013

She walks in colors, through the night, the Evenstar of such delight.
She wanders on forever lost, while birthright still remains embossed,
upon the darkest sky within, she knows not hate, she knows not sin,
for she is truly, what we are, that light immortal…Evenstar.

While flesh continues, on its way, the light shines on, through night and day,
it’s birth began, when all was dark, the spirits first, immortal spark.
Begun when there was nothing else, it’s birth is somehow ever felt,
by those who feel and those who hear – the Evenstar, will draw them near...

Basking in its barest traces, raising arms and turning faces,
to the light, born from the dark, where spirit ever leaves its mark…
The gifts –  eternal grace and wonder – free to all, not torn asunder,
by the flesh – our fleeting moment – effulgent star of mortal foment.

May it always not be so, and may that spirit ever grow,
among the lonely camps of men, scattered… lost…. imaginings…
While what we think we hold so dearly – may we some day see it clearly!
As our Evenstar arises, leaving us bereft of guises.





New Again

24 05 2013

New Again,
the forest whispers
Sunlight gleams
on freshly laden boughs
silver moonlight reflects
the billion facets
of a newly
flowing stream

New Again,
the prairies beckon
signaling their timeless call
waves of new growth
reflect
the ageless light
of a flowing inland sea

New Again,
bog and fen
free now of
their winter pen
the crone will sleep
again this summer
until this season
brings another





Breathless

20 05 2013

Was it you I saw dance, in the ether today?
Were you breathless and calm, and longing to stay?

There were colors that blossomed, across a dark sky,
as the veil departed, they blithely flew by,
bobbing and weaving, violet and green,
red tinged with yellow, so calm and serene.
Did it click, like a light, turning on in the dark?
So suddenly bare, like a tree without bark?
And did you go on dancing, though you knew all could see?
Did that matter to you?
Nor did it to me.

Are we not one inside, as we always have been?
From ourselves can we hide, or commit any sin?
The acceptance of love, that we know is divine,
while divinity glows, like a light that we shine,
can be nothing so sullied, or vanquished… belied,
though so many will doubt – they just haven’t tried…

Leaving all thoughts, and conceptions behind,
floating on breezes, of colors designed,
by some other hand, neither evil nor good,
simply believing, and knowing, they should.
Free as that lark, so immortal in verse,
free of the lie, and the truth, and the curse,
free of all judgment, all sorrow and shame,
free of all things, that we thought held such fame.

Was it I, that you danced with, in the ether today?
Was I breathless and calm, and longing to stay?
If it was, please don’t wake me, I’d rather just dream,
than awake in a world, that is not, what it seems…





Strength and Power

17 05 2013

Humanity, will one day see, the chains that bind our liberty.
Our greed and vengeance, gold and riches, lying sterile, in the ditches,
in the trenches, where we fought, where twisted values once were taught.    Then will come our brightest age, our truth released from gilded cage.

When we admit, we are divine… that truth becomes our grand design.
The evolution, of our spirit… begins when we no longer fear it.
Duality – becomes untrue…  lost when we begin anew,
to covet what we never lost… deep within it is embossed.

The glow within, that inner light, illuminates our darkest night,
the ever silent, speaking voice, that knows the truth of every choice,
our vessels compass, tried and true, that navigates our moral view,
the path is clear, when we begin, to take direction from within.

It is the truth of every word, forever yearning, to be heard,
above the din, which is our mind, it’s silence golden, we will find,
when we begin, to send it out, from deep within, bereft of doubt,
the cosmos will again be ours… that is strength – and that is power.








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