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Death’s Last Invitation
My presence is held out to you,
in your confusion and illusion so demanding,
perhaps you can’t feel It, you can’t let go,
grasping things so hard,
clinging to the roots of overturned trees.
Oh, if you could only grasp Me that tightly!
My presence touches you in the sun,
blinded until the peak of darkness comes.
Perhaps you can’t feel It, you can’t let go,
grasping things so hard,
clinging to the roots of overturned trees.
Oh, if you could only trust Me that sincerely!
My presence embraces you in conscience,
with old discussions and new revelations.
Perhaps you can’t accept this, you can’t let go,
grasping things so hard,
clinging to the roots of overturned trees.
Oh, if you could only hold me that strong.
Holy Vigil
Reverently balancing
Wavering from doubt
Knee and one leg dragging
Making me kneel…
Falling prostate
Head on the ground…
Toes needing a shoeshine…
I sleep now as the moon waxes
Revealed in my conscience
To awake without a history.
Palm Sunday
A small gray cloud, framed in bright blue sky;
A shadow cast, caught in a light breeze, brushes my cheek.
I emerge from the edge of moon light’s nightmare.
Birds gliding in tandem swoop past me,
Heralding my release with songs from heaven on outstretched wings.
Flight in graceful pantomime
For acceptance of amends, for time served,
And for time ongoing;
I feel the palms beneath my feet.
As dark shadow and I,
For the last time,
Will ever meet.
On the trail to ZoralinQ:
The Merchant and the Gypsy
Oh my God, open my heart so I can see
So that my mind can soul the truth, I know.
Let me resonate the Love that chimes the light
into life and silences darkness by showing me the moon.
I have no lamb to sacrifice nor special gift to wrap.
Let dusk welcome me with the fruits of my day
Let me sleep at Your feet knowing You
and who I am; inseparable through Love.
Awaken me from the shelter of my self
with the vibration that transcends’ my own sound
abundantly impoverished in these words.
A merchant and a Gypsy came dancing through euphoria.
Skipping, banging cymbals thumped and jingled
to the beating of a racing heart.
They skittered here and there,
forwards and backwards,
sliding sideways and all about.
The gypsy with ringing bells
from dangling strings of magic beads
had clipped on her hip, in a loop on her belt,
my image
on a well-stretched tambourine.
The merchant moved with confidence,
assurance in his gait;
with a smile so well advertised,
it overlapped distinction
and recognition
of a very familiar face.
silencing the bells, with permission of the Gypsy
he displayed a wooden pony, which “he had to sell.”
“Rode through heaven and hell; to promises of fulfillment!”
for this moments “Special”.
Winking with sincerity and honesty,
stroking the slightly scorched metallic paint.
with the sweep of his hand and a nod to the Gypsy
came a thumping sound and the resuming of the bells.
Clouding dandelion puffs, pumpkins, and snowballs,
not to mention the “no vacancy sign” in my head,
popped the Gypsy in my face
but at a distant with quite a lot of space.
One arm outstretched rattling her un-clipped tambourine,
painted face playfully disguising her many races
of father, mother, birch, oak, eagle, dove, worm,
excetra, excetra.
flashing images of gala fantasies,
in unimagined mysteries of blended colors
rode the quivering wake of her tambourine.
Mind painted galleries stretched from history
and pulled from the future to the present.
Music, pottery, healing herbs,
seeds, grain, sand, and necessities;
all found in the scratches
beneath the merchants’, shiny thing.
Starting from her toes to her nose she shook and rattled
erasing the image on her tambourine.
Things started falling out of her pockets
Treasures found on her path; those discarded and forgotten.
fallen through the holes in my pockets.
She was willing to exchange, with me,
these common things;
for things hoarded from the merchant,
not knowing, that I still keep.
He, the merchant, still quite involved,
knowing the value of my inventory,
smiling, completely disagreed to oversee.
Poof!
There they were!
Gone!
Their campfire was as bright as the moon that framed them.
I watch the sparks of their fire being poked,
blinking with bright sparkle into a glowing sky;
lifting light from gold to silver to ember and back into dark.
In an eyelid blink
bowing in such graceful arks,
the merchant and the gypsy, exited with my mind.
As the curtain of decision and indecision lowered
I saw the wick of infinity
in the hands of my soul’s standing applause.
The Night Before Breakfast: An Outlaw Journal Chapter III Pine Cone Diaries
Notes Found On The Refrigerator Jan. 2014
The Buddha is the perfection of free will. Jesus, the Christ, discourages failure; allowing the dignity of risk to be forgiven and forgotten. The gods and Saints, Prophets, and Great Chiefs exemplify this understanding struggle that arrives to the Center of Inner Peace (God) before our minds created the earth. The path has already been chosen. It has been blazed and traveled on long before light. I need to stop chasing my tail.
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Falling down the stairs (sorta like stumbling on the Truth) has it’s initial physical reaction but none so surprising, after landing on the first stair, as there was, in realizing (with some fear) that, there are more stairs, I was falling. OUCH! 911 me!
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Every feather I found on the ground was accepted as a gift to wear 🙂
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Do I really understand what it is, I receive?
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I accept our similarities and I am familiar with them.
I am seeking, however, my uniqueness among you;
which we equally possess within ourselves.
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I need to bring strife to a mutual conclusion.
I need to resolve it and move on.
If I can’t, I’m in real deep shit!
If, that is the case,
then let me hold my breath
and dissolve. 🙂
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I have accomplished more things in my mind,
that I have failed to do.
Proud of my success I suppose,
but under an empty roof.
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shaved and wearing a smile, hopping and limping along
Fred the peg all dressed in red was going to the neighborhood bar.
He had met a lady there last night, real cute and precisely square.
Go figure?
After much conversation which seemed to go everywhere
They both agreed to meet again, at exactly the same spot, there.
Fred spent the day whittling his leg hoping to better fit in,
with the square.
Now kinda looking slim, with an awkward limp,
she made it clear when he got there,
unfortunately for him, they would never fit
Her edges were there to stay.
The peg was initially liked by the square
but, he gave too much by whittling his leg
and she unable to understand
the free space existing there,
that could eventually be filled
by the things they share.
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Sometimes you have to scribble things into irrelevant obscurity, eh! 🙂
~Note found on the refrigerator~ Transcending Disappointment
Darling:
Do you think everything that we have done
will get us to where we said, we are going?
Are we just spitting in the wind of failure?
Are our dreams so “far fetch” that the path has no direction?
I do not think so.
Our greatest success was when we met
and agreed to go together.
Let us continue, to find each future,
that one way or another, seems to get better.
We are no longer the first nor are we the last
to find the dark before the dawn.
Love is not ahead of us,
and it certainly is not behind us.
It is in the movement,
we create in constant,
between us.
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Sundays, offers thanks for some,
others may sleep late.
Last week’s plate emptied for a new date
or a completely forgotten recipe. Let me see,
where was I? Passing through
forgiven and forgotten!
Mondays dream come true.
Good Morning
~Note found on the refrigerator~
