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The Cliff Between Right And Wrong: a parable

           The distance for my success, that could be jumped; a quarter-mile wide and a quarter-mile deep, never existed. Yet, wearing a smile, I jumped! Then what?

I fell.

          I floated, between non-existing marks. With arms flailing, Legs wiggling in space, head heavy as an elephant, or, with maybe just their footprint.

          Everything that I believed in, defending it from the start, to my last breath; to ultimately fall with foolish bliss in exhilaration, hitting face first into the ground.

Still, I have the urge to jump that cliff again.

But, this time, from another side.

 
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Posted by on September 20, 2016 in Beginnings, Experimental, parable, Pine Cone Diaries, Wisdom

 

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True Lovers Past

(Mid-town)

Wine, whiskey, and roses—

In alcove with three large windows

Straight lace tablecloth on heirloom table

               (Across town)

Barn-board counter top, single sink,

Hand pumped water

Red-checkered vinyl tablecloth

 

Two shot glasses, acapella— on each table

 

(Mid-town)

Vase, decanter, and a blue corked bottle

One in the Yin—

Another in the Yang

 

A well-rounded glass globe—  

Wine circling in small waves

Well below the rim.

 

The toast is the same.

 

(Across town)

Mason jar with whiskey and ice

Raised above a drying rose

The toast is the same.

 

Salute’ to the empty chair

At both their tables—

“May you be well, happy, and peaceful.”

Note: True Lovers Past

 

 

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Waking Up A Writer’s Cramp

You:

Sweet writers! exclaimed! Or, un-exclaimed!

Let your dreams float without utterance

Or sound—  above the waterfall’s rainbow of your brain

And it’s frothy, delightful misty vocabulary—

words waiting, hovering  beyond intelligence,

to be spelled.

Soul’s wind, embraces them , often to dispel

them Into wispy clouds—

As they carry the words only you can share,

in treasured remembrance

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Me:

In sleep, recognizing crashing waters

Seeing a person in a barrel who dared to land there,

at the bottom

 splintered and torn

For only a dime

Will cost me to be awakened—

I awakened, and paid the price—

with lead pencil in hand

To scribbled away; “I’m OK! Yup! I am OK.

There will always be a place to start.

Beginnings, never end”.

Us:

And so, remembering,

Why we start—

And why, we will never finish.

ZQ writing

 

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Wish I May Wish I Might

 I

Star—so bright, I raise my head

To see— speckled sparkling light

Wavering through wind pushing fast dark clouds.

 

I watched shades of darkening gray and bright white.

I lowered my head— pulled up my collar,

Mumbling on your star tonight.

 

“Wish I may, wish I might, that the path I follow—

Though dimly illumed—widen on this narrow—

 Crescent moonlit night”.

 

II

   On the darkest night –walking into the valley –with a crescent moon,

I found a star shining brightly in between the looming black stands—

Tall forest oaks, leaning birches, leafless maple trees and commanding pines.

– Mind, menaced by the dark– I kept walking alongside starlight sparkling between the trees. Flickering—glittering— decreasing my speed until I had to stop.

I stood still—looking up, I recited, “wish i may, wish i might, wish on the first star i see tonight”. Without wishing for anything and without thinking— I went home to sleep in my own bed –

 awakened to a warm and reassuring sunlight.

Hear the sound of wind

Before the tree has to bend

Base yourself to ground.

 
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Posted by on April 14, 2016 in Experimental, Haibun, Love, Pine Cone Diaries, Poetry, Zen

 

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Blameless Hurried Follies

Sins and whims follow swift currents.

            (errors in delight move faster than light)

Skipper and passenger, in myriad murmurs,

            (Mind and heart argue and fight)

blame the sinking of the soul, in all events,

            (each acknowledging neither is right)

On their leaning, to close to the brim.

            (capsizing the balance of each other’s sight)

 

Their voyage unable to transcend the peak of the waves,

            (oh, but their argument will not let them sleep)

float to the bottom in lifeless bubbles;

            (with promises and assurances unable to keep)

seeking passage without having to pay.

            (Feeling blameless, wolf’s victim as sheep)

For neither the price, nor for the rescue or salvage.

               (follies, human salvation, shallow as deep)

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“…Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.” 

A Psalm of life

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

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Ambiguity and Truth

(A poem in one-act. Characters: Ambiguity and Truth, )

 

 ( Light slowly goes on Truth, standing in rear of center-Stage  at a waist-high potter’s table with clay to make a  cup    …he is constantly molding it.

 

Back-stage right… is a loud mixture of barroom gaiety of men & women, and an occasional burst of argument.

 

(Ambiguity enters right… from the sound of the crowd, embracing Truth, the sound diminishes in soft background noise )

[Ambiguity:]

 

How can I begin to insist upon

Your ears listening to a silent crowd;

Ability to speak above that sound,

Enlightened, without a sinister shroud?

Cacophony does seek meaningless sound.

Sometimes, but not often, harmony finds

Acceptance, sliding itself gently down

To resistant soul and in open minds.

(Ambiguity grabs the shoulders of Truth, pulling his right ear, whispering)

 

Fruitlessness and fruitfulness are akin

In the measure of wisdom’s balance scales;

As silence and the spoken word are twin.

Each undeclared, if truths intention fails.

 

I, will persistently speak within you;

As Ambiguity and truth will do.

 

 (Truth shirks  Ambiguity off his shoulders)

[Truth]           

 Speak neither of me, nor of you this day.

The sigh of shame is louder than whisper.

You have come and gone, beyond what you say.

You shake me, shook me within this murmur

Of finding your faults paled by bright spotlight;

Masking attributes, blinded from honesty,

Ultimately discovered without night,

On the stage of a bastard’s travesty.

 Crushed by wheels and heels of mind’s illusions

You are stubborn, are strong in your dogma.

Actions forgetting strength of decision

Of what things are and what is in drama.

 

 I will not sway for your understanding;

Abstract transition, false apprehending. 

 

(Ambiguity grabs Truth by the legs)

 [Ambiguity]

Love me for my strong probabilities,

Fall so you can bruise in discouragement! 

To explain yourself without jealousies.

Fall you mother fucker in compliment!

 

(Truth side steps Ambiguity, untangling his legs)

[Truth]

Get up from that muddling in empty space.

What do you find in disguised innocence

That exposes anger in demur  face?

Align yourself without permanence.

Release your embraced convulsive action;

Such foam with disgrace of uncertainty

Burst into small bubbles of reaction

Floating in distasteful banality.

 

You have found your colorful residence

Excreted in loud and boisterous façade

Among the reeds and weeds of ignorance

Rippling in reflection of a mirage.

 

Silence Ambiguity, I agree

I cannot be, without you being seen.

 

(Both exit hand in hand back-stage right… into rising loud mixture of barroom gaiety of men & women, and an occasional burst of argument).

 
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Posted by on January 25, 2015 in Existential, Experimental, Poetry

 

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