F-utility - with audio link

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Why carry the burden
When someone else takes
What has been wrought?

Why reflect
When entertainment is there in waves
To drown the inner voice?
If buying that thing
Will it last?
Will it not have a blemish?
Will it satisfy?

Quiver not the liver
When atrocities are committed
Against the meek
Leaders ignore such
To think is a bothersome thing
When the society dictates the thoughts

If there is a God
Does He command murder,
Deceit and perversion of justice?
No,
But if there is evil,
Wickedness demands the same of its adherents

Why be religious,
When so many have worked so hard to change blue to red?
Anger rages against injustice
But slaps the face of those who call upon the Name
Stifling voices make alien and an outsider
Of all that which is true and heals

Why plan the future?
Do not the pitchmen point the way?
Do the tyrants, kings and world's owners
War, blacken and take?
Fear not,
For their end has been prepared,
And death comes to all

Why hope for change?
Is not the change that comes
Worse than what was?
Save and spend, get and give,
Play and be played, usury and bankers print

Why shed a tear?
To give the hard ground false hope?
Why does the sky brood?
To make a mirage for the bedouin?
Should the eye explore
The deepest mystery?
To know the number of things?

For ocean upon sea and sky upon earth
Comes with coral, and silt
In tides and mountainsides
Valleys are laid low and civilizations past
Yet tiny dominance
Seeks to last

The spark yet flickers,
The sapling bruised yet grows
The wild vine grows
The olive tree thrives in the rocks
And the fig-tree blossoms

The great spiraling
Unfolding
Wind of Truth
Blows
Blows away the old

So many myriad schemes
Little hearts and minds wonder
What of me?
Entropy of the old fades
Memory of it dissolves
In the fiery heat of purest gold

New life and creation bursting
Old seams of existential staleness
Melting
These pale things cannot endure
The ground shifts
Death, decadence and time are broken

Can there be a wonder at change?
And its call to end futility?
F-utility and the status quo!
Something Infinite comes
To crush that which is finite,
With a finality
Everlasting

Why cry out?
Because there is One
Who may listen and answer?
Are humility and humbleness come?
Fraternal guests?
Be still then
For in that place
There is peace.

Alive and Breathing and Bigger Than Life - with audio

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Alive and breathing and bigger than life

The freedom to grow like a ray of light in the great expanse of this world

Or to lie vacant and vacuous in the virtual claim that has laid hold on the soul

How is it that we can prefer empty repeated critiques of others so eloquently born

As to fly across the world and back again in an instant

No fresh air is to be found there, nor the cry of something living

Only a silence to break ones heart at its being and essence

Is that what we must be fated to and how is it that we have given ourselves

Given our time and substance so freely to that which is not real

Which does not really exist or have blood and breath

My arms reached out my soul grew large until I inhabited the place of beating wings

My legs sank deep 50 feet down into the earth

I felt my chest heave until it loomed wide over the neighborhood

I saw the policeman look up from his motorcycle and ticket writing

The people walking through the pathways under the feathery treetops

This then is our destiny without limitation of space, stagnant form and matter

Not to engage in endless meaningless chatter of unanswered scribble and blather

For a few glimpses into the lives of our distant loved ones

We are willing to die a little, and then a little more until we bellow

As hollow and as loudly as a distant bell tolling to the sudden jerk of a cord

Give up, oh give up, I say,  surrender the right to be right

The hubris to put all others down because of their wrongs and because of my searching and wondering ignorance.

I want my own kind, to seek that which wells up in a river of life, that which lives and loves, and prays… To speak the Truth with singing, Spirit, cursive and Word.

I grow, I live, I expand, hovering over the landscape as if to scoop it up in my arms

Crying out in a place where sound can be heard without digital assistance

Looking up I soar into the azure field flooding over the burnt mauves, flowering pinks, and gentle calming grays;
Through the misting sheets of cold and dewy white.

The deep dusky purples call out their threats, taunts and challenges

Be still darkened ones and bring about the renewing, refreshing squalls and showers.
Cleanse all the face of the earth.

I rise up ever higher arcing over the horizon with the barrel chested winds
My body stretches out like the northern cross against the spectrum of mercurial light
There in silent waves to contemplate with the pulsating warrior Orion
Riding upon the back of the charging solar breeze
Passing through the horns of Taurus, onward to kiss the Seven Sisters
Showers of love and luminous blinding radiance reaching out to heal
While the darkness continues to melt away, cringing, scattered, dying
Before the presence of the vast saving heart that beats out the Cosmos
Where the Seven Spirits dwell who witnessed the first spark of all creation
To the One who holds all things together and designed the final new beginning

Passing through all, hoping all, forgiving all, with an exuberance yet unspoken

Feeling the pain and joy of a myriad of those with light and being

Raise me up oh Lord, now and at the end of days that I might cradle some

That my eyes might see through tears the souls of others and behold my God

There among the lightning, rainbows, and fiery Nova's refining heat 

Then I can fall into the eternity of your highest love while fearing not to care

Withholding not my hand to do all that is set out before the quantum of time

Before the never-ending sight of the heavens above and all the Holy Host.

A Day of Seasons - with audio

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Peaceful Shadows
Patient light
Winter dawn
Shattered colors

Faded Heaven
Icy fingers weep
Grey headed frost
Praying rigidly
Clenching teeth
Hugging sweatered soul
Crunching walk

Turned muddied steps
In melted grass
Sun is out,
Yet air is misty
Bits of thoughts
Fly in pink sky
Sleep flees away
Leaves us now

In vapors musty

Morning in clover
Dew on buttercups
Feet cold and wet
Dirty bottoms,
Wet tops
Peace in green
Life in heat
Spring in song
Singing rainbow
Clear flowing water
Chirping Sparrows
Cooing tardy
Morning doves

A crow calls out
His off key song
Rouge pollen petals
Hearts without loving
Till crystal teardrop
Should adorn each
The torrent sounds
Yet the violet
After the storm
Stands regal once again
Tempering Brilliance
So softly sounds beauty

Braided green
Budding Birth
Oh fattened Butterfly
Hello Mr. bee
Shimmering and fuzzy
In the sunlight preening
Take your time and clean
I won't chase you
Rest while you may
Until you fly away

The sunbeam pierces
The cool stream
Reflection yielding not
The warm hand of One
Cleansing the life within
Drifting in the quiet

Gliding Hawk
Tracing out the
Turning warmth
Flax gold swaying
Hot wet spirit
Black moist earth
Cloud floats in blue
Watercolor view
Summerset afternoon

No more orange rays
The sun slips down
Other side of the horizon
Orange, reddish leaves
Let loose like falling stars
Skyward honking vanguard 
Geese flying south

So tempting,
The Autumn air
Holds one captive
Filling the senses
Pure damp cool life
Wrapped in darkness
Shades of night
Standing in the earth

Canopy of whispers
Feeling life flowing

Sap deep within
Mighty oak and pine
Wooed by the fire's story
Quickened restless limbs
Stretching toward a star
Only a pine needle away
Warmed by existence
One of many in a great house
Seemingly silent.