September 2016

Dreams are like the wind
Tied to emotions
Calm breezes at times
Warm sand, smooth seas
Other times wild wandering gusts
Changing seasons
Cooler nights
Beware the gale
Red skies in morning
Wrecked days

Between coyote howls
I listen for you
In that pause when winds die
I strain to hear a voice
As stars wheel about the sky
I think i know
That it’s the space in my breath
Where your whisper thunders

What am i?
In a sense i am pure light
Immortal
Ancient, yet new
Born long ago, faraway
Well travelled
As starstuff
Some parts more ancient still
Energy materialized
Here in this place and time
Bright enough to outshine an entire galaxy
Destined to return
In ten thousand forms
Always home
Personal note: I’m having issues with this thought. not the basics of it but what it implies about spirit and soul. Same old conundrum; where do I go when I die. There is definitely more here to explore.

The fog was heavy this morning
still grayness
ten thousand shades of white
cutting off time
limiting space
making it hard to navigate
but forcing the here and now
I see for the first time
the fall encountering a tree,dew sliding from a sunflower
only to have it hidden again
by a wild wind

A poem rises within me
but without
Time
Love
It slips away

Tonight my spirit
moves across the moonlit prairie
Racing a south wind
Rustling dry grass
Glimpsing silver blades
Before a cloud shadow
Black on blacker
free in a bedazzled midnight

I sat in the silvery glow of eternity
Casting shadows in the dark
Waiting for a streak of life
Knowing the shine
Was just a reflection
Of warm daylight

Morning stillness
covered in dew
A thousand gems
reversed worlds
glistening in the meadow
in a single gaze