Sacred
Geology
Rich earth.
Consecrated
life.
Imbued myriad
layers
nourish omniscient
spirit.
Starvations, immolations,
decay
scarred into the
land
making it holy.
Bounty of
beauty
irrigated by
tears
and less voluntary bodily
fluids.
Teeming loam.
Revitalizing
luscious fruits
giving forward.
Partaking of the
feast
we are blessed,
renewed in empyreal
essence.
Each at our
pace,
nature’s cycle
reclaims
all that we are
that we may
become
yet more abundantly,
complexly
layered.
Broken
Once there was a
promise
so tightly clasped,
a nucleus,
inseparable
magnetic bond.
The promise said: "I
am
your destiny.
Treat me as any dependent
child."
But you forgot a promise had been
made.
You believed in a
world
owed to you alone.
The promise grew withered,
old,
sluggish, barren,
wan.
It liked to laugh, so
quietly,
peeking down the
staircase
at the grown-ups at
play.
It never meant to spoil the
party
with its unseemly gasping for
air.
Quietly it lay, hidden in
shadows,
beneath random cobwebs and
crumbs.
A Winter
Parable
Two old men sit
wrapped in wool,
contemplating a frozen stream.
Their memories soar
out past yesterday's horizon
to youthful pleasures
and dismays.
Yes, time has been
harsh as the coldest winter;
and beautiful as late
night snowfall that
covers the world in
symbolic purity,
sets off
strawlike, colorful
northern herbs
against a star and
moonlit sky.
To know profoundly,
we need not be old,
only of a romantic
nature.
To share these
epiphanies,
we need only be in
love with life.
For Julie
The Temple Bells
sound clearly.
Early morning misty
mountain rising.
Pale moon to jolly
alpine sun.
Soft blues &
golds
throughout the
Valley.
And, hark! Hear the
bells
over hillsides,
rockslides,
slip of skis, powder
peaks,
& rime held
skies.
That frost smell,
plainly
on that open mountain
day
& no one around
but enticing odor
of clean virgin
snow.
The darkside of the
moon faces shyly.
Sly shade moored
under awaits her cue.
Anticipation pure
with mirth.
& Night comes
quickly.
Icy stars blank out
now pallid sun.
And moonbeams twinkle
- oh la!
Pawprints mar niveous path.
The mountain creature
stalks.
But soon hides &
shivers
in providential
crevice of warmth.
Vestal white reigns
high.
Crystal-clear
crystal
stars
celestial
tableau.
Snowflake ribbons, cloud
dust,
shatter into
mirror-images & gone!
Scatter,
swirl
Eternally.
When I was Two and
Twenty
It was a warm
Winter.
Certainly there was
frost, mesmerizing lace of snow.
Still, even northern
streets held no forbidding chill.
Brisk movement, bracing
meditative walks through
streetlamp shadows
sufficiently
far from heavy deadliness
of frigidity.
That Winter spanned
manifold degrees,
latitudes and
longitudes.
The coldest night hit
with shock and
good hot anger.
Electrical resistance, exasperation;
existential flurries
stomp revenge.
February proffers
challenging amity.
Winter’s merge with
Spring, icy mud, ire damp,
subsumed in vulgar pleas
for relief.
April is cruel. She is
bossy, outrageously on the rag.
She seduces with
promises, then laughs in your face,
carelessly spews spittle
shames.
April is nobody’s
mistress.
She demands notice;
delivers only belligerence.
It was a warm Winter, a
lusty Spring. Summer’s
herald of mystery
followed through.
By Fall the world took on
a stranger’s ways. New
data to consider.
Years have their
stories.
Days awaken to the air’s
news, the drums’ rhythm.
Warm Winters, Summers'
call of capricious glory;
twilights of harmonic
symphonies when Sun
touches green
horizons.
Ice-breaking
Get people talking.
Minds engaged,
relating.
Interchanges,
connections
excite,
generate synergy.
Diversity finds flow
unites;
warm colors array.
Create a day
unlike the past.
Choir’s harmonic
magic
breaks frozen thrall,
isolating spell
silence cast.
Beyond
I slip through
mystic’s hour-glass,
breathe ethereal
sand,
land unseen, yet
profoundly tasted
deep in intricate
interstices
of pervasive
consciousness.
Will I meet you
there?
A long-lost
embrace,
inspiring
melody,
synergized anthem of
camaraderie?
Welcome me to this
place
beyond secrets and
stars.
