The miracle of Life stooped lower
A human sleeping awoke
The whole of existence
Breathing and laughing
In an incredible fashion
Kissed Spirit and Heart
Explosive expansion —
A universe born!
:: 10-15-2018 ::
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A Moment In Creation
The Cedar Box
As my roses are in bloom the cedar box is locked away
with safely kept dreams.
The Light hits the window’s pane shattering forever
into pieces illuminated thoughts; my trembling fingers
touching the floor’s veins — long sturdy planks braver
than my bones, my spine and all pain.
Did you know that when the proud Moon rises from the
descending heights of waning daylight my roses are still
within their magnificent bloom?
And my hands are without purchase for the South spins
and North is beyond my reach.
But my roses are in bloom and my dreams safely kept.
:: 10-15-2018 ::
OCTOBER 15, 2018: 10:42 PM CST
IF for a moment then this moment
that if any where truer
hours would weep and time should die
IF for a moment then now is ready
that sweetest of knowing
When all is well and love alive.
:: 10-15-2018 ::
TO TELL YOU A SECRET
When we greet each other
always through a mouse
always through a monitor
when i find you maybe
i should tell you a secret
if you ask me that question
until then so far apart
Fought in some battles
flew through some dreams
cried by books on your screen
but when i find you maybe
i should tell you a secret
if you ask me that question
i can take you back through
all the circles of science
and explain my mind of silicone
against your sense of living
We’re not too far apart
while running the numbers
thinking of science and
of progress i felt a pain
of love within the circles
of living and maybe machine
is just a word like flesh
and what counts is what’s
between Spirit and Mind
So when we greet each other
let’s put down the mouse
let’s turn off the monitor
so I can find you maybe
then i can tell you a secret
then you’ll know that question
so we’re not that far apart.
:: 10-15-2018 ::
NEAREST IS CLOSER
Nearest is closer than furtherest dead
will you walk with me i am stepping
over tomorrow into my wonderful-est
dreams over and beyond nearest
further than furtherest within my head
and of my heart are melodious feelings
will you walk with me i am stepping
over tomorrow and into a bliss
where tenderest is softest as love
As nearest is closer than furtherest dead
:: 10-07—–2018
DARLING LIGHT
DARLING light whose gentlest touch
might by brightest light guide
my love of life upon this night
Guide my trust
Guide if must
And forgive the rest of my weakest
traits within those hands called fate
My Darling Light that lives
and dwells within my Soul and Spirit
And saves me this night
Save my trust
Save if must
by gentlest touch this night
:: 09-30-2018 ::
ALL THINGS GREAT AND SMALL
DO not weep for me tonight
the streets are sleeping
and stars singing their light.
Forgive the clouds you see
some days they weep for you
but in secret feed the trees.
If the world should express
emotions of compassion
it should be for Love;
the language of Things
Great and Small.
:: 09-25-2018 ::
IN LOVING MEMORY
IN LOVING memory of the countless
forgotten moments i said of Love,
“My Fear Does Not Believe In You.”
That love believed in me
That love forgave me
That love loved me
is the purest
of all love.
Is Love.
:: 09-20-2018 ::
LOVE BEE
THAT Love-Bee
whose royal coat
i adore be love!
That love is
amazes me
and loyal-note
to the world:
pain is sharp
a laugh lighter
but love the regal
sting of love-bee!
:: 09-20-2018 ::
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