Category Archives: Beginnings
May 28th. 2020
Be who you want to be with all its failures and success. Until you realize who you really are and that your destination is your journey.
Then… life begins in the wisdom of understanding, acceptance, and with Blessings.
Flowers bloom in spring
Winter reaps in solid ground
Memories are now
We have watched the sunrise
below the mountains and settle behind the sea.
We have ridin’ the wind,
Walked beach sands and bused to Boston.
We have taken pain
To the Joy of understanding.
We have taken each other
Further than any of us have ever gone;
By just being present.
True to ourselves. True to each other.
We have been
As we are; as ever has been.
~Rt. 132 North~ R.K. Garon
There is a sickness in the air
Tree tops are passing the news
To the stones and the soil
To prepare the paths
Through the forest
And into the valleys
To the villages of compassion;
To be cured .
Above darkening gray clouds
The dim glowing sun
Caught my eye.
I started to hum,
“Everything’s gonna’ be alright.”
As dusk, settled on my chair.
I silenced it with a sigh.
From ground to empty stoneware pottery,
my soul poured out my life
into my morning’s coffee cup;
existence to non-existence.
Oh, then to remembrance;
of knowledge, when I first held out my hand
—holding, the first summer’s rose.
I emptied my cup
holding empty stoneware pottery
waiting in anticipation for tomorrow’s coffee..
foot prints crinkled on glass became engraved
with the crack and snap of every step;
for every promise never made, or ever kept.
unable to sit still, push and pull had nothing to yield.
like a new suitcase with old clothes making another roll,
clunking behind me down the stairs.
i am afraid, I have made changes equal to a reupholstered chair.
both, may look different, but, it’s the same old framework
hidden under there.
mistakes in chaos spins from flower to seed,
whether from garden or weed.
all is to be released from the wind of time,
hoping not to drop on stone
or any memory, we leave behind.
Oh, shadow upon me as a steel gate
Keeps a fountain frozen; longing for spring.
In darkness, with the light’s promise, I wait
for the rising sun on new mornings’ wings.
Seeds beneath ice reject deaths history;
In a mind’s aging place of well-tilled soil.
Hands cold and crossed, holding joy’s poverty
In prayer, for passing summer’s last spoils.
Each day in lengthy dour to silver night,
A child, my youth, an ember in my heart
Awakens in warmth beyond blackened light;
I await creation’s surprising spark;
I welcome the ‘morrow’s guest to arrive,
With gate left unlocked, for my solstice child.
As i sit in anxious state waiting for Godot— hoping he never shows. Like a sparkle in a glass, asking me if i care to go? i will deny the invitation— i will stay and enjoy the sparkle— as all sparkles go.
As i move in trepidation. Waiting for the fulfillment of my day, afraid of my responsibility when it is appears. So i deny its invitation— i will take this breath and walk behind it. Watching it fade, from rise, to descent, and feeling fear disappear.
who knows the mysteries
attributed to the ground i stand on
i will have accepted its maze.
will have accepted its direction.
Rev:14-19 *.* ‘The Night Before Breakfast”
a wonderful rain
as the mist behind sun dries
enemies of peace
so …as the song goes
why do our heads hang so low
down in a valley
rising with a Love
as spring does resurrection
“We shall overcome”.
let’s get up with Joy
and show them our example
life goes back and forth