Smooth Stones
The water loved the stone
Smooth and polished
Caressed by time
Never without
Always embraced
A constant
Leading to blissful nothingness
October 2016
The haystack
I fall back into the haystack
Gazing into the night
The dark firmament
Soaking in silence
Nestled in the day’s last heat
The arc showing summer’s full swing
Antares red
Vega white
Stars strewn as if all the cottonwoods
Unleashed their fluff
Every pinprick a future hint
Pointing at possibilities
Too many to count
So much to chase
Painting the Sky
The sky a canvas
a palette of morning
How the maestro sets the brush
A blur of motion
Each stroke a moment
Patient
Sculpting the clouds
Mixing a background of blues
constant unfolding
(always)
Creating
Inspiring
Marvelling
Showing the way
If I could reach the stars
if only i could reach the stars
Standing on the shoulder of a giant
Straining at the edge of an earthly ladder
Waiting to break free of gravity’s bind
Sailing the blue arc of earth’s thin horizon
The sun a diamond on that band
Skimming the moonlit ocean
Or swimming in an auroral green
Twinkling above and below
A night with ten thousand eyes
How tiny each precious gem,
beloved each miniscule ember
A small being against an immensity
Knowing but few answers
Pondering unknown questions
Ready, thrilled, and frightful.
Legend
Each thought,
Action
Observation
Becomes a journey of words
Sometimes mapless
Certainly pathless
Forging across new lands
A wild herd of phrases
And a twisted forest of letters
Destined to legend
Autumn’s Arrival
I heard autumn arrive last night
Always on a restless wind
Confused, noisy
Needles afoot
Golden leaves quaking
Cooler skies under a wheeling zodiac
I feel the change too
Time to gather and hunt
A time to prepare
To become one with the endless cycle
To dance again as moons wander
over the amber grass
Wide Open Darkness
Our love is the wide open darkness
Transcendant
A knowing, a certitude
The geography is clear and fortified
Simple to find, easy to lose
There is peace in being lost
at the cusp of finding
You are there
but not
because we are one
Above the Storm
Here on the ground
the wind rises to a storm
pushed about, buffeted
an autumn leaf on currents
But higher
above the storm
in the clear air
the world is calm
still
We choose to rest
with angels above events
waiting for the tao to unfold
or we fight everyday
forced and forcing
in an opaque whirlwind
under, amid and behind
Life’s ebb
I stand in a heaven
among the golden aspens
warm wind and leaves raining
trailing a perfume of fall
Wonders grow
with you by my side
to share life’s ebb
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