Saturday, October 20

A trail of Moon dust



A Trail of Moon dust

She calls to me
with tenderness
and longing in her voice.

I answer Her beauty
with total surrender, She
completes me, body and soul.

In this union, the
passionate merging
of Infinite and Mortal.

Her Words, more delicate
than dew drops move through me,
powerful as the fall thunderstorm.

Molding and shaping me into
heart, body and soul of
whatever form is most pleasing to Her.

My ears her lips caress
Her gentle voice quietly whispering
these words I now write.

"Until next time,... Rainbow"
She departs leaving
a trail of Moon dust behind.

My heart calls to Her
with tender longing
"When will you return?"

Sing me your song, Rainbow,
your melody and mine are the same,
in the next breath I will be there.

Tenderness


Tenderness

Goddess holds me tenderly
all night long, and holds
my hand walking through tulip gardens
during the day.

Can it get any better than this?

A whisper in my ear

"I don't know...can it?"

so close
feeling her warm breath
almost
wet on my ear

"Yes, Rainbow, it can!"

Sunday, October 14

Metric or Imperial Poem version

Metric or Imperial

It is those experiences with the infinite,
those divine moments that continue to bless us and
the world around us.

Any attempt
to contain them or
make our experience
of the Divine or that of another

conform

to some
predetermined

standard

only diminishes
the blessed gift we
receive

and our ability to

share

that gift with others.
The Divine experience is

neither imperial or metric.

Does it
really make sense to try
and measure something that is infinite?

Our appreciation
and experience of beauty and love
is not improved by the search for

dividers

that mark out the points of beauty, the

yardstick

that calculates compassion, or the

measured flask

that dispenses the correct amount of love.

There is no protractor precise
enough or tape measure long enough
to describe all the Divine and Infinite beauty

that surrounds us,

flows through us and

fills us with each breath we take.

Together,
let us rejoice in this.

Sunday, October 7

I am better?

I am better than you?

My holy book is better
Than your holy book
You can plainly see
Right there in the red letter
It even says so in verse thirty-three
See things my way, you will fare better

My God is bigger
Than your God of old
My holy book says it’s true
I am a king and you are a beggar
So do as you’re told
If you know what’s good for you

My cleric is better
Than your cleric
My children are
All willing to die
He has promised them
A dozen virgins in the sky

My country is better
Than your country
My country is better it’s true
The media tells the government’s lies
But hey, don’t criticize!
Or you’ll disappear too!

Our weapons are bigger
Than your weapons
For mass destruction they’ll do
If you’re a rouge state
We’ll over compensate
And use our weapons on you

Our profit is more
Important than you are
The holy mad cow of corporate greed
Another nation has been freed
Tens of thousands are dead
The stock market is up, the media said

Kill all the infidels
Those who are different must die
Their lives are a lie
Our religions and
Our presidents tell us why
If you don’t change, you’ll die

All the different ones are dead
Together we killed them it’s true
So much safer is our nation now
Is the fear gone? Are we over this dread?
I see your eyes are not blue
You are the different one now!

Go ahead! Kill me, I’ll kill you right back
We groveled worshiped and paid no heed
To Corporations and religions of violence and greed
Oh how we loved those beautiful whores
Did we settle the score after 10,000 wars
It is they who should have been given the sack

There is no one left
I am better than who?
You murdered me and I slaughtered you
Our combined weapons did their
Mass destruction bit
And put and end to all our pretentious shit

We live on this planet, it is our only one
You do the calculations, and I’ll do the math
I’ll put down my knife and you put down your gun
Let us sing songs of love together in the sun
Together we can walk a nonviolent path
Or only the cockroaches will have the last laugh

Copyright ©2007 William A. York, All Rights Reserved.

Monday, October 1

Metric or Imperial




It is those experiences with the infinite, those divine moments that continue to bless us and the world around us. Any attempt to contain them or make our experience of the Divine or that of another conform to some predetermined standard only diminishes the blessed gift we receive and our ability to share that gift with others.

The Divine experience is neither imperial or metric. Does it really make sense to try and measure something that is infinite? Our appreciation and experience of beauty and love is not improved by the search for dividers that mark out the points of beauty, the yardstick that calculates compassion, or the measured flask that dispenses the correct amount of love.

There is no protractor precise enough or tape measure long enough to describe all the Divine and Infinite beauty that surrounds us, flows through us and fills us with each breath we take.

Together, let us rejoice in this.