Twas
Sometime
Early
The soul
Was
Yet surly
She said
more?
And he said
sure
Then
More words
Came out
A pause
Next a t h o u g h t - f u l
Pout
In the
conference room
Sitting in
Leafy verbiage
Like
So many loons
And then
They talked about
Nothing
Like a
Walkabout
Clothing
Ideas flashing
Empty bottles
Clashing
With all
The
Blather
Worked them
Up into
A lather
Time flew by
Like a
Stagnant pond
And still
They prattled
On and on
How it was
Peculiar
About nothing
In particular.
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Tuesday, November 21, 2017
The Heavens Looked Down and Remembered - with audio
audio link
THE
HEAVENS LOOKED DOWN AND REMEMBERED
The heavens looked down remembered when the
creature was once young and beautiful, free and fresh like the early spring.
Unique in all creation and the last of
It’s kind.
They remembered how something deep within the
creature had reached out its hand to grasp the universe with a hunger that
warped the senses.
That primitive thing that had flooded the
beast with laughter, and then had cast it off again in a tempest of emotion, or
by contrast, when the creature was hurt, how he had shrieked in pain. The birds
wondered: “What was the cause of the beast’s moodiness?” “ Was it perhaps a
lack of wings?” “Or was it trouble finding enough to eat?”
And again they chirped, maybe he lacks a song to sing?
Nor could the poor beast comprehend why, but
fun rompings, anger and roarings were becoming his protectors and the woodland
spirits his guide. Alternately joy and sunshine were his friends, with
wonderment and confusion his constant companions.
Dreamlike, he ran over the mountaintops, and
rolled down hillsides, then once exhausted the beast often laid himself down in
the wild meadows only to rise again and then go further down crashing into the
mountain’s valley streams of raging icy torrents.
These became the creature’s power, ecstasy,
and pleasure. However, in time, as he began to grow older and great of stature,
he came to realize, under his hairy hide, that they had also become his pain
and a prison of loneliness.
All alone in the wilderness, peace seemed as
far off to the creature as the horizon at the end of day and stars above at
night.
Troubled by nights of fear and stupor by day,
the creature had grown to become a brutish fearful thing.
For one night by the dark of an unforgiving
moonless sky, there in the middle of the forest, he had seen something, a
horrific thing, and it had become etched upon his psyche. There in the center of a small clearing the
beast had come upon a buck, that had
been hamstrung, trapped, and butchered by a hunter standing nearby. Enraged, and tearful the thing let out a terrible
roar.
The hunter ran away screaming leaving what
was left of the buck behind. But, there was nothing to be done for the poor,
crushed, once beautiful forest runner.
Now, the beast had seen the end of things.
For the first time in his relatively brief life, his great strength and
terrifying appearance could not help the situation. He was powerless, his
idyllic vision of life and the world he had once known, lay bloodied and broken
before him.
Something inside the great terrible creature shuddered and died
that day and there was no one in all the wilderness to comfort or to help the
beast comprehend what he had encountered.
Not knowing what to do, the creature fled and
hid away climbing ever higher until he reached the mountain range’s highest
peak. There he remained for a time, numb and frozen in the misery of despair
and grief.
One night upon venturing back into the forest and valley, the
monstrous beast , in his terror and rage cried out against all creation with
these words:
“ If anything or anyone can hear me, I spit
in your eye for all the injustice, the pain and the suffering.”
And once again he roared out: “ If you are
there listening somewhere, show yourself, if you are not a coward – tell me why
it should be so and perhaps I will not rip you to shreds!”
Then great beast went around throughout the
wilderness terrorizing all the creatures with his midnight ranting, roaring,
railing and shrill screaming against the moon and the universe.
He went on this way night after night
destroying all that was in his path until one night in particular. That night
the beast had begun his usual frightening activities but, as he did so there
was a rumbling deep within the earth.
The creature stopped dead in his tracks listening in the ensuing
silence.
His cries had been heard rising up above the
mountain range and the heavens looked down and remembered….
The beast thought he heard a quiet voice call
out to him: “ beast why are you so troubled?” and the beast trembled. Again the
voice spoke: “ have I not fed you and cared for you all these years?”
The beast was so frightened that he started
running headlong downhill toward the river as he had done so many times before.
Only this time the river was swollen and flooding from the spring snow melt and
rain storms.
Once again he crashed into the torrent, but
this time he was carried far down stream, swirling in the currents until he
lost consciousness. In his sleep he heard the voice say, I who have kept you
since you were a cub will never leave you.
When he awoke the creature found himself on
the shore in a part of the mountain range that he was unfamiliar with, he
wondered out loud to himself: “Did I drown in the river?”
Suddenly, his thoughts were broken as the
quiet voice spoke again: Peace. You live. I have heard your cries in the night,
saw you in your distress, and have lifted you out of the many troubled waters.
The sound of the voice and words echoed and
vibrated within the creature’s soul creating a feeling of deep inner warmth and
comfort. For the first time in a very long while, the once terrible beast was quiet and his demeanor gentle.
The woodland birds noticed and alighted
nearby for a better look. Can this be the same horrible roaring thing that has
terrorized the forest? They chirped.
The beast’s eyes had now been opened in such
a way so that he no longer saw only the red of pain and the darkness of night.
But, now the beast began seeing and noticing the sunlight of day in a new way,
afresh, as when he had first roamed and played upon the mountains and in the
woodland valleys.
A feeling of great peacefulness had come upon
the creature and his coat shown beautifully in the sun. He had been cared for,
loved, and rescued. He now knew that he was not alone in the world but that
there was a Great Spirit who watched over all.
In his new wanderings upon the snowy
mountaintops and darkened valleys the old feelings and questions sometimes
returned, but the beast had somehow found the hand of the Great Spirit and was
now changed and at ease.
The great beast dwelled and remained in the
care of the Great Spirit all of his days until one day while standing at the
edge of a great precipice, the ground gave way beneath his tremendous weight.
But, as he began to fall instead of terror, a
calm came over the creature. Suddenly, great massive wings erupted forth, growing out of the beast’s broad shoulders until they completely covered his
hairy back. To his happy surprise and before he had a moment to think, the
mighty beast began to fly. He flew over all the mountains that he had known. He
swooped down into the valleys and up over the treetops. On he went higher and
higher, and further and further toward the sun and horizon, until he was at
last out of sight.
It was rumored by the birds that he had
gotten lost and had settled elsewhere. But this was not the case.
In reality,
the great, once terrible creature, his transformation having been made complete,
had flown until he reached all the way to the kingdom of the Great Spirit!
And
there he stayed forever and a day.
Epilogue:
It is no morbid consideration that the sky is
torn. Moreover, It is the beginning of wisdom to discover that one’s journey
begins here as a stranger, but ends in another better place. It is the dawning
of hope and peace.
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A Flowering Bouquet - with audio
audio link - old version, audio needs updating
The world is turning,
Tropical stream and arctic breath,
Skies cajoling
Tropical stream and arctic breath,
Skies cajoling
Thoughts colliding,
Melodies, vespers buffeting,
Strings tangled, reminding
Melodies, vespers buffeting,
Strings tangled, reminding
Of life's foibles,
Frailties, fractures, failures,
Lumps, lows, longings, limits
Frailties, fractures, failures,
Lumps, lows, longings, limits
Straining, struggling,
Sinking, seeking
For fearfully forgiven moments
Sinking, seeking
For fearfully forgiven moments
But a voice
Awakening, reverberating,
Calling from within
Awakening, reverberating,
Calling from within
Speaks tenderly
Quiet words, why so sad,
For healing has come
Quiet words, why so sad,
For healing has come
Once more in love,
Be calm, be still, rest,
A pillar in the temple of praise
Be calm, be still, rest,
A pillar in the temple of praise
Made right, set aside to serve,
Be satisfied with this,
Lay down and rise
Be satisfied with this,
Lay down and rise
Radiate, illuminate,
Cast a beacon
In the cold and stony night
Cast a beacon
In the cold and stony night
To the silent passing vessels
Finding safe harbor
By the saving light
Finding safe harbor
By the saving light
Avoiding the rocky path
In the crash
Of uncertain blinding seas
In the crash
Of uncertain blinding seas
Onward flow, churning riptides,
Beneath the striking hand
Of cape winds chilling cries
Beneath the striking hand
Of cape winds chilling cries
At once red flames appear
Surrounding, springing up
From the wet rocks and sandy ground
Surrounding, springing up
From the wet rocks and sandy ground
Climbing ever higher in the round,
Cooling and refreshing,
Light without sound
Cooling and refreshing,
Light without sound
All cares fading, burning
In the many tongued array,
Regrets, sorrows, dark clouds give way
In the many tongued array,
Regrets, sorrows, dark clouds give way
Burdens in the fiery ring rising,
Calm descending, Peace
Arriving here in this new day
Calm descending, Peace
Arriving here in this new day
Free, free once more to join
The Pegasus flight, on a river
Of heavens' cascading blues and whites
The Pegasus flight, on a river
Of heavens' cascading blues and whites
Together with Myriad Choruses
Of creation's voices shining,dancing
Warmed in the sun's pleasant heights
Of creation's voices shining,dancing
Warmed in the sun's pleasant heights
Speeding across the fabric
Of pulsing, glowing mystery,
Called by eternity, majesty and family
Of pulsing, glowing mystery,
Called by eternity, majesty and family
A flowering bouquet,
Whispering fragrant blessings,
Dropping thankful petals lovingly
Whispering fragrant blessings,
Dropping thankful petals lovingly
With each falling star
Brightly vanishing
Brightly vanishing
And every spark
Never ending.
Never ending.
Wednesday, August 02, 2017
Tuesday, August 01, 2017
Behold The Jewel of Love - with audio
audio link
As the beating yellow flower
descends
A wandering heart is questioning
Boldly asking of the wind
Will it ever come again
Lost in the brightness of your
gaze
Beneath the curling ringlet
tresses
Fleeting eyes cannot amend or
rescind
The glowing embers sown deep
within
Bound in cords of truth and desire
Locked in the breast's red chamber
As nights advance of darkness
comes
Will the fates be undone
A limited soul of clay and
blood
Can never really be quite sure
Of fire hidden by the violet night
Save the cheek blanketed in silky
warmth
Lips pressed earnestly in softly
burning zeal
Spirits soaring along the
rainbow's seal
Against lighting dashing and
thunderous peal
Stardust radiating in unseen
auroras expanding
Lost together dreaming embracing
Curse of the lonely, away now
drifting
Arms reach out caressing, holding
and enfolding
A passing eternity of jasmine
kisses blossoming
Ringed by the burnishing flames
Are two made golden, molten
Smelted, tested ore of the furnace
In the white heat made pure,
becoming one
The humming worlds resound
Comets laugh and planets sigh
Oceans bringing up the tides
Greeting the moonbeams' shine
Fading stars twinkling, blinking
Morning calls out to turtledove
Gone aloft in the depths of
Feeling,
Are lovers flying wide in thought
The pulsating affection of the sun
Rises to rule the heavens once
again
Glorious is his raging chariot
throne
While we mere mortals have become
Somewhere high, high above
The treasure now revealed
Hands clasped tightly together
Behold the Jewel of love.
Behold the Jewel of Love - Video
https://youtu.be/kFGuLDqaxro
audio link
audio link
As the beating yellow flower descends
A wandering heart is questioning
Boldly asking of the wind
Will it ever come again
Lost in the brightness of your gaze
Beneath the curling ringlet tresses
Fleeting eyes cannot amend or rescind
The glowing embers sown deep within
Bound in cords of truth and desire
Locked in the breast's red chamber
As nights advance of darkness comes
Will the fates be undone
A limited soul of clay and blood
Can never really be quite sure
Of fire hidden by the violet night
Save the cheek blanketed in silky warmth
Lips pressed earnestly in softly burning zeal
Spirits soaring along the rainbow's seal
Against lighting dashing and thunderous peal
Stardust radiating in unseen auroras expanding
Lost together dreaming embracing
Curse of the lonely, away now drifting
Arms reach out caressing, holding and enfolding
A passing eternity of jasmine kisses blossoming
Ringed by the burnishing flames
Are two made golden, molten
Smelted, tested ore of the furnace
In the white heat made pure, becoming one
The humming worlds resound
Comets laugh and planets sigh
Oceans bringing up the tides
Greeting the moonbeams' shine
Fading stars twinkling, blinking
Morning calls out to turtledove
Gone aloft in the depths of Feeling,
Are lovers flying wide in thought
The pulsating affection of the sun
Rises to rule the heavens once again
Glorious is his raging chariot throne
While we mere mortals have become
Somewhere high, high above
The treasure now revealed
Hands clasped tightly together
Behold the Jewel of love.
Monday, July 17, 2017
In The Sky I see Your Face - with audio
IN THE SKY I SEE YOUR FACE
The
good old sun keeps a burning burning burning
The
dancing world keeps on turning turning turning
Little
feet run and fly returning, returning
Home
after a day of youthful play
And
in the sky I see your face
Eyes
so true, your quiet loving voice
Lives
intertwine, love’s sweetest wine
Mountains
grey, oceans blue, lead to you, so fine
The
birds they sing whistling, chirping calling
Above
the orange blossoms budding, blooming falling
Insects
and creatures creeping, restless, crawling
Colorful,
black and grey, in the green and brown
And
in my heart I call out to you
Your
embrace in the grace of morning dew
The
touch of your hand so soft and kind
Resting
on the horizon, soaring in my soul and mind
And
if the Sun and sky flee away
The
stormy clouds come take away the day
I’ll
search the moon and stars in the night
Till
I find away to make it right
On
highest waves and in oceans deep
From
darkest forest to highest mountains keep
Until
the winds kiss this life with your name
And
you rest here in these arms once again
Oh what ever in the world can I do
But
to keep on forever loving you
All
of the goodness this old world can bring
Is
wrapped up in your love so I sing
The
good old sun keeps a burning burning burning
The
dancing world keeps on turning turning turning
Little
feet run and fly not returning, not returning
Gone
away from home after a wedding day of play
But
high above the warm sun is brightly, finely, shining
The
spinning world keeps on grinning, beaming, smiling
Rose
petal blushes crimson, beckoning, and beguiling
In
the days, stars and moon, love is music, bride and groom
And
in the sky I see your face
Deep
in love, a gentle secret place
Hearts
intertwine, sweetest heavenly design
Oceans
swell, Mountains climb, I am yours as you are mine
The
good old sun keeps a burning burning burning
This
dancing world keeps on turning turning turning
Little
feet run and fly returning, returning
Home
after a day of youthful play
And
in the sky I see your face
Eyes
so true, your quiet loving voice
Lives
intertwine, love’s sweetest wine,
Earth
and sky, Rainbow’s hue, can it be true, that you are mine
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