Friday, October 29

Through the thinning veil

Keep
Hold
Stand

In the heart of the Keep
Hold close those that you love
Stand firm with those
Unable to stand alone.

Keep
Hold
Stand

Keep the connection from the past
Holding hands we bring
Each other into this moment;
As you stand with us
We stand with you.

Keep
Hold
Stand

Keep the fire bright
Hold the bell sound
in your heart
Stand tall for all
is within you.

Keep
Hold
Stand

Keep to the calm
Be the center of the henge
Hold fast to
the wisdom of the stones
Stand. For you are sacred

Keep
Hold
Stand

Keep to the journey
You hold the infinite
in you hand.
Stand fast, behold
the coming change.

Keep
Hold
Stand

Tuesday, October 26

The Myst

The myst. 

Perhaps the myst that surrounds us is our friend. 

A brilliant creation of our own making.

Traveling with us, in each and every moment. 

Stalwart yet tender. Sensitive and tenacious. 

Brightly colored. Chosen with love and care.

Wrapping paper. Not obscuring, nor obfuscating. 

Heightening each moment of discovery. 

Accentuating this joyful precipice. 

As we unravel the mystery. 

The love, that we already are.

Haiku for Fall

Leaves guided to earth
Fall breeze brings colorful paint
Who will count them all

Seconds

Each day I get closer to knowing nothing at all. There is wonder there. Beautiful. Gentle. Like really good home made meat loaf and macaroni and cheese. No knowledge required. Just eat. Enjoy. Go back for seconds.

Rabbits

Boxcars bang louder
Cold air making metal sing
Bells of industry

The rabbits ignore it all
Smart rabbits


Joyfully

Starlight crisscrossing
Delicate paths guide my mind
Slugs march joyfully

There is a season

To every thing there is a season,
to every thing there is a purpose, …

Just in the last minute
at least
an acre of rainforest has been
destroyed.

Are we certain,
so damn
cock sure of ourselves
that in that acre of intense diverse life
lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes
or Breast Cancer?

Perhaps it matters not;
it is forever lost to us.

Just in the last minute
at least
one young person’s life has been
destroyed.

Are we certain
so damn
cock sure of ourselves
that in this youth, of intense diverse life
lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes
or Breast Cancer?

Perhaps it matters not;
that child is forever lost to us.

How many deaths will it take
till we know,
That too many people have died.

It matters to me.

Sacred

Ideas evolve. Life evolves.

No ideas are sacred, however, all life is sacred.

Monday, October 25

Soft Breath

Soft
Moonlight

Silver
Curves

Touching you
Caressing

Lips
Exploring

Sweet
Textures

Our
Fullness

Waves
Crashing

Silence
Breathing

Again?

Sunday, October 24

Raven's Highway

Raven's Highway

Slender raven walks
Bright ebony wings gleaming
Fall feels more like spring




- Posted from Bilbo the iPhone

Concert

Pausing, the rain waits
Movements from a symphony
New opus each night


- Posted from Bilbo the iPhone

Tuesday, October 5

It matters to me

To every thing there is a season,
to every thing there is a purpose, …

Just in the last minute
at least
an acre of rainforest has been 
destroyed.

Are we certain,
so damn
cock sure of ourselves
that in that acre of intense diverse life
lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes
or Breast Cancer?

Perhaps it matters not;
it is forever lost to us.

Just in the last minute
at least
one young person’s life has been 
destroyed.

Are we certain
so damn
cock sure of ourselves
that in this youth, of intense diverse life
lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes
or Breast Cancer?

Perhaps it matters not;
that child is forever lost to us.

How many deaths will it take
till we know,
That too many people have died.


It matters to me.

Saturday, October 2

The myst

The myst.

Perhaps the myst that surrounds us is our friend.

A brilliant creation of our own making.

Traveling with us, in each and every moment.

Stalwart yet tender. Sensitive and tenacious.

Brightly colored. Chosen with love and care.

Wrapping paper. Not obscuring, nor obfuscating.

Heightening each moment of discovery.

Accentuating this joyful precipice.

As we unravel the mystery.

The love, that we already are.




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