Illusions

It was a normal morning
I walked outside with my fresh hot coffee
And for 5 seconds
I saw it all…

The boy opening his cigarette package
Hands shaking, so young
The man getting out of his car
The cars whizzing by on the road.

All temporary
Illusions floating by
Realities soon to change
A glitch in the matrix.

And I thought…
What did I just see, truth?
How did the veil flutter aside
For just a few seconds.

It’s gone now
But I keep thinking, yes
I will be in that moment again
One day, one night, soon.

Moments

Rainbows and dark clouds
Tiny white flowers dotting the trail’s edge
Waves crashing to the shore
Steaming hot day.

Sounds of a lawn mower
A siren blares
A radio in the distance
The cat meows quietly.

Rain hitting the roof
Warm breeze blowing through the window
Childs’ laughter at the park
Dog whines at the door.

Moment to moment
Sound to sound
Presence in the here, the now
Moments….

Keep Your Silence

They noticed me
And rushed over
Only to screech out
Far too loudly
Shhhusshhh now
Step down and go away
You must keep your silence to yourself.
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Your silence is breaking us
It is its own form of protest
So you must tuck it in
To that crevice in your brain
Where little else matters.
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But…but…I like my silence
It gives me refuge
And peace
Comfort and light flow through my silence
Can’t you see my spirit when I am silent?
Breathing, moving yet unmoving
I smile when I am silent.
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Keep it, your silence
There is no space for it here, now
There is no time or taste for such things
There is only time to speak up
To shout loudly
To roll in anger, confusion, righteousness, and despair.
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Yet, when I am silent it creates even more space
For something new to emerge
Great healing, great love
And others’ songs can come through
When I am silent
A new time emerges, as the old slips by.
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No, they answered
The silence is too scary, too unknown
We can’t tell what you are really thinking
When there’s too much space, and openness
Anything might leak through
And come crashing out like a
Sonic boom to the heart.
*
Oh, I say
And I shut my eyes
Returning again and again
To this moment
This breath
This crushing power of silence.

 

Dancing In The Sun

Just a few are gathered now
In a place so light and free
Just a few converging
One of them could be me.
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Just a few assembled
To dance under a sinking sun
Soon nighttime will gather
You won’t find them on the run.
*
Amassing love and peace
Souls create a true convergence
They practice and rehearse
Creating a love-filled resurgence.
*
We will keep on dancing
Moving under a star-lit sky
Spinning and twirling
We are free until they die.
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All will still be singing
Those precious songs from within
There are no words, only space
Little comforts in this tailspin.
*
It will surely end in death
But at least we will be free
All certainly ends with nothing
And the same will be of me.
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Until that time I will keep dancing
Singing until I am free
Until then you will find me twirling
Living, a mind full of God’s esprit.
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Darling, you can keep on dancing
For it will set your spirit free
You may look within your own sweet self
Gazing deeper still to see.

Love never fades

“Love never fades”
She says
And the tears well up.
It’s all still the same
This deep love in my heart
As I look around
I really see the winter wonderland.
I no longer wonder where the love went
It’s right here
Deep within
Ready to break through
and and warm up the soul’s coldness.
No more dark night of the soul
No more clinging and wishing inside
The soul is now warmed
With this lovelight that never fades.

Reflection

Look out your window

And notice the still quietness

A calm and quiet river

Reflecting back all she sees. 

Trees float gently on her surface

Golden in the early morning light. 

Clouds on the horizon

Puffy cotton gliding lightly on the surface.

And mighty sun, she rises

Orange, red, pink, yellow

Vibrant mirror like presence.

This is the place where fire meets water

The impossible becomes reality

Right before you

River reflects life.

Let Go

I had some good poems
They were written in my head
I awoke in the morning
Only to find the poems were quite dead.
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I frowned down upon them
And sadly shook my head,
You naughty little things
How could you show up so very dead?
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They still wouldn’t budge, not even a bit
Crying, sighing, they still remained dead
So I stopped what I was doing
And to the light I lifted my head.
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“Forgive me great universe
These ones wound up being dead”
I prayed over and over again
A chant forming in my head.

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And then I let them go
Farewell poems leaving space inside my head
Searching for those new kind words
Having finally let go of you, dear departed dead.