5 star points

5 star points

*there is no Planet B

 

*When each of us is healthier, all of us are healthier

 

*Peace offers a great deal more of benefit than fighting

 

*when in doubt, ask questions

 

*institutions created by humans can be changed by humans

stop fighting

Freedom is fundamentally not financial.

It is the overarching value of human dignity

thus that each of us has the right and responsibility

to be and express who we are.

 

 

 

It’s not so much our take, our diatribic hate

around specific issues,

but who or what we trust.

 

 

 

Who put those demeaning words in

your head?

Who are you so desperately trying to please,

to the point of destroying yourself?

 

 

 

Stop fighting!

Ceasefire, Mutually Assured Truce.

Hold a  moment of focus:

Look at your prize.

See your reward so clearly,

stillpoint of unfettered success.

Who have you become in this elation?

What does your future foretell?

Absorb and admire this most fervent vision.

Worlds of Truth are built from valiant visions.

Spending our vital energies fighting,

destroying, dying

take us from what could be

our lives.

 

 

 

12/7-12/19

apocalypse ahead

They say depressive folk see the world

more realistically.

But it’s not realism that brings us down.

It just all feels so beyond our ability

to change.

Yet change will be, as change is the

one true constant.

No we cannot recreate what is real

to fit our plans.

Yes, we can plan and act in thoughtful

ways that help sway the direction

of change.

But the weight of our understood world

can get so immense.

We feel frustration, energized into rage.

Without clear place to make that anger

win our cause, it builds, and accretes

with memories of shame, turns itself

to blame against our own mistakes,

unfortunate choices, to take the only

control we feel allowed.

 

 

 

We have expectation, assumptions

of what total strangers believe, based

on our experience of our own motives

and shame.

 

 

 

Traditional end days have been based

on religious prophecy.

Today’s are based in science.

See our behaviors through the lens of

apocalyptic desperation.

What better response do you recommend?

 

 

 

12/1-6/19

beyond soundbites

What good does it do

to assume everyone is lying?

Rather, open our minds to

trust, but verify

(unless, of course, what they say

doesn’t hold water)

 

 

 

Encourage creative thinking

by challenging with demand for

well thought out report exploring

all the imaginable

opposing arguments

possible side effects and results,

more solidly define the details

to refine ideas into plans.

 

 

 

Superficial niceties don’t dissolve feuds

We need true communication – not what

we assume

I tell you me; you tell me you – honestly

that we may grow to share our greater truth

 

 

 

Scapegoats, we who are dismissed

and hated to assuage the guilt

of our tormentors,

Feel the significance, the heroic glory

of our gift to those frightened,

crippled hordes.

 

 

 

Speak civilly to me

Make your case

Express devout beliefs --

I am fascinated, bemused

to hear your truth

to widen my experience in empathy,

in imagining you.

Speak harshly, sarcastically,

dripping disrespect --

I can not hear you through

the barrier of your barbed wire

attitude you use to keep you safe

from the reality of my humanity.

 

 

 

Success to me is figuring how to do

what I feel impelled to

Financial success means enough income

to pay the bills for a modest modern living

to keep my body comfortable enough

that discomfort doesn’t impinge

on my true life, within my mind.

 

 

 

No need to forgive

Accept

Move forward.

 

 

 

We tend to hot messiness

because life happens

show us we have no control

 

 

 

Why does no one seem to speak of listening

to our partisan relatives?

I see advice to dismiss or try to impress them

with our better knowledge.

The suggestion is to disrespect their

self-expression

which seems to me would give greater reason

to dig in against such offense.

Could we make the space to listen,

to ask about their felt experiences,

why they chose to believe their party’s lines,

to understand, to engage with people

in our lives, to maybe learn underlying

stories, to get beyond our entrenched sides,

and be real?

 

 

 

We need civility

to share information

Throwing facts across a bow

is not communication

 

 

11/26-29/19 

internal dialog

The coup is not from the balancing branch

The coup is coming from inside the Whitehouse

The undergirding quid pro quo (tit for tat, Bribery,

Extortion) is between Trump and Putin

Delaying defense funds to Ukraine allows

Russian encroachment, and further incursions

into Europe.  Extortion to trump up investigations

(or at least announcements of investigations)

against Trump’s rivals furthers the interests of Trump

and Putin.

Call it:  attempted Bribery and Treason and other high

Crimes and Misdemeanors to aid and abet their

“drug deal” and the whole drug dealing conspiracy.

 

 

Perhaps what we fail to grasp is that in fact

this sect of Trump faithful do believe

that everybody cheats, bribes, does anything

they can to gain advantage.

Trump is rightfully thus, using the power

he has amassed to command for his own benefit,

as would we all with such opportunity.

They admire him for it.

 

Isn’t that the way we are culturally raised

in this nation of capitalism, materialism --

any means to succeed?

 

 

Why do they want us (strangers) to suffer?

 

 

Not our default, hard wired into our DNA,

but hate feels so good because of what

is done to us, how we are raised,

anger held close to grow to rage

so hate explodes – so grand a feeling.

 

 

Do not deny your anger

Rage creatively within safe boundaries

Face your opposition calmly

Explain values, foundations, bases

of your current point of view

Don’t lose your case through argument

disarrayed in anger

Communicate in clarity

 

 

Lazy, crazy Americans

working to divide, deride, diminish

to create thems to blame for our misfortunes

rather than unite to work together

to make all of our lives better.

Feel that shame and let it go

to rebalance our pent up energies

to give to that work we need to do.

 

 

11/12-21/19 

deepening

they've been blaming the internet -- time on devices rather than face to face

yet, the internet was meant to bring us together, a larger us than we could see face to face

we tear ourselves apart

over petty disagreements or even huge disagreements

over petty differences of all sorts

over our own insecurities that we fear being seen, while not seeing all the insecurities around us because we're too focused on our own, too sure of rejection to reach out and befriend

and we let all this pettiness destroy our lives rather than enlarge our power to make our world work for all of us by working together

perhaps it is a deathwish we have wished upon each other, and therefore on ourselves.

 

 

Observation

changes the system

framing

an unframeable

flow

 

 

 

I don’t care about “economy”

I care about our society

Are we each and all getting what

we need to be our best,

to have the tools to do the work

to make us thrive?

 

 

 

A writer is a private actor

becoming characters

we can speak through

 

 

 

The force of gravity

The force of social approbation

We hold to these protocols,

to these fundamental rules

that keep us spinning,

give us space, place,

ability to relate,

communicate, become

self-aware.

 

 

 

Layers upon layers of history

Stories of imagined possibilities

and how they grew

 

 

 

10/25-11/8/19

dare, call it treason

Call it:  attempted Bribery and Treason and other high
Crimes and Misdemeanors to aid and abet their 

“drug deal” and the whole cartel conspiracy.

but wait
it's much bigger than that
because behind the Bribery there is the Treason to improve bff Putin's position in Ukraine and on to greater power throughout the world while getting his own re-election benefit (and of course a Trump re-election continues to benefit Putin) while putting to rest those silly Democrat talking points about Russian interference in 2016 because it was Ukraine interference at Hillary's behest ferreted out by Ukraine's new pro-Trump administration ...

seems to me if the Republican Senate acquits Trump we would have a hell of a lot more incensed anti-Trump Democrats and Independents ready to bring in a Democratic President and Senate than pro-Trumpers at the voting polls

less than 1/3 of the electorate and probably fewer and fewer as his crimes are exposed and (assuming) we don't have Hillary to desperately vote against

he only won the Electoral College because of comparatively few votes in a few states that can easily be overcome by getting out more of the voters, which Trump's shenanigans should make easy 

if enough patriotic US citizens don’t turn out to vote out Trump, we don’t deserve a democracy

Hell, the world’s ending anyway because we can’t get it together to do the right things for our own survival

https://www.forbes.com/sites/stevedenning/2018/07/29/understanding-the-trump-putin-bromance/#14e5af2c675b

 

https://www.cnn.com/2019/05/06/opinions/trump-putin-make-russia-great-again-dantonio/index.html

 

https://orientalreview.org/2019/11/15/about-trump/

 

https://www.propublica.org/article/trump-inc-podcast-ukraine-scandal-follow-the-money?

 

https://www.salon.com/2019/11/20/are-republicans-even-trying-to-defend-trump-or-just-begging-vladimir-putin-for-more-help/

 

https://www.wamc.org/post/stephen-gottlieb-disloyalty-if-not-treason-what-trump-did-russia

something sacred and Night's Pages online

https://nightspages.blogspot.com/

 

night's pages

{patchwork narrative} a flash fiction serial following the story of a child vampire, the eternal child monster working out that existence

Lore

Before he grew bored with me, abandoned me to the street, my sire often enjoyed
imparting useful lore.  He warned me, in grave detail, of sunlight, wooden stakes,
decapitation and fire.  He bragged, repeatedly and with dramatic demonstration,
of the wonders of strength, teleportation, imperviousness to weather, immortality.
He took me around, taught me to kill so delicately, surreptitiously,
cleaning up my crime meticulously – always considerate of a society that
did not want or need to know that other worlds than what they agree to
go on with theirs, on these common streets and wilderness.
I have no reason to doubt my education.  I continue it, learning
from experience in how to get on.
In a world where so many brazenly demand attention,
I am aware to refrain from encouraging observation.I have nothing not to hide.

 

https://www.redbubble.com/people/libramoon/writing/25981754-something-sacred-metafiction?asc=u

 

https://www.redbubble.com/people/libramoon?ref=account-nav-dropdown&asc=u

 

http://libramoon.deviantart.com/art/Acts-of-Desolation-1-671429065

 

http://libramoon.deviantart.com/

 

https://plus.google.com/u/0/collection/wpbKqB

 

http://www.paganspace.net/profiles/blogs/from-something-sacred

 

http://www.paganspace.net/profiles/blog/list?user=1w6kq0fvaqkw4

 

https://yprophecies.wordpress.com/2017/03/

 

http://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t2582

 

https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/metaphysicalsoup/conversations/messages/3539

 

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/postapocalypse13

 

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/libramoon2

 

http://caelastory.blogspot.com/?zx=c421c682b7359dd1

 

 

 

Something Sacred - Prologue


In the time of antiquity, back before our written records, we are told that humans and gods freely played together and created a beautiful city in the heart of an exquisite landscape where all were free yet happy to cooperate so all might share a common bounty and all might know the joy of engaging each in their true work, respecting the best in all. It was a peaceful time, a happy time, with energy displayed in healthful work and joyous art. Every day was celebrated and every contribution honored.

But then the gods, who are immortal and powerful, grew away from their human playmates. The games they played became more sophisticated, less easily joined in. They developed concerns with a longer view and devised complicated scenarios, complex barriers which humans could rarely overcome to play in the fields of eternity. We became confused and frightened. Some of us would develop feelings of superiority believing we were the arbiters of rights and wrongs, that we deserved and needed power over others, to make our dictates law and punish those who did not properly honor and obey. Others developed feelings of inferiority and great fear of insecurity. We started to believe that there could not possibly be enough bounty for all, that we must hoard and fight off those who might take what we thought of as ours. Instead of happily joining our efforts to assure common good, to find equitable and practical solutions to problems, to enjoy and honor our individual abilities, we broke off into groups that underscored and denigrated our differences. We expended our energy inventing weapons, teaching and learning war. We praised our warriors, poisoned our lands and our minds with the detritus of hatred, passed on violence, discord, deep pain within our families and against our neighbors. We despoiled the gifts the gods had freely given us, repurposing them as game pieces against each other, even against our own best interests, even against the peace-loving, hopeful and ecstatic parts of ourselves. We dishonored the gods and all they had given us. We dishonored our own beautiful potential.

The gods were horrified and disgusted when they saw what we had done. Being ancient and wise, they did understand that they had a part in the blame. They tried to tell us where we had gone wrong, tried to enter our hearts and minds to lead us back to our true paths. But humans, for the most part, had gotten too caught up in our own dramas, feuds, thirst for vengeance or wealth, power, fame. The newer generations had been raised with these values rather than valuing themselves and their collective talents. They had never developed an interest in working and growing together at a high level of prosperity for all. They had learned, instead, to be bitter and angry and depressed, impatient for wealth that even when attained never provided the peace they unknowingly yearned for.

The gods held council and discussed the tragedy that the humans had made of their lives. Taking the long, immortal, view, they decided upon an experimental course of action. They would plant songs, ideas, legends, methods of discovering sacred knowledge. They would at whim walk among us and whisper or sing, act out, prophesize for any who were strong enough or weak enough or somehow developed the space in their minds to understand. They would plant the seeds of salvation in a variety of environments, then watch to see if any sprouts took hold. In this way they hoped to slowly encourage us to find our way back to our true nature as vibrant beings, to help us relearn, become the glorious people we were meant to be.

That is the story we tell. But, of course, we humans had become entrenched in our unhappy ways. A promise of something better was not sufficient motivation to change. The gods devised crises of various kinds and durations to shake up our misaligned order and give us new configurations to deal with, in the hope that in being forced to learn new ways we would eventually turn to the abandoned way that had given us so much. And, despite their horror, disgust and sadness, the gods found joy in their efforts made into games for their own amusement. Some of these games, their stories, are passed down as legends for celebrations or teaching, or told by our storytellers as spontaneous inspiration.

I am an old woman. I have lived a blessed life, with so many wonderful and terrible memories to keep me company. I have gone on a marvelous journey and won the greatest prize. Well, actually, there were several journeys. There were long, dangerous roads and dramatic adventures. There was love; there was loss. There was dedication to an underlying truth that carried me along even when all hope and reason strayed. I have grown and learned from experience, into a deeper wisdom, a luminous joy that is all I could ever be, till it flows out from me into all I perceive and into the hearts of my people to go on into those who will come.


Diaspora

I was born in the City, the only city on my world. It is a huge and sprawling center of culture, seat of government, depository of knowledge. There are marvelous tall buildings, street and underground transportation systems, concourses of commerce, magnificent museums, libraries, concert halls, theaters. There are public ceremonies of much pomp and circumstance. There are great universities, industrial complexes, sports arenas, and all manner of commercial enterprises. It is an efficiently run city where public servants take pride in their work and everything is kept clean and gleaming. I only have vague memories, but this is what I have been told, and have seen in elders’ memories. The military trains in camps on the outskirts of the City, not too far from the prison camps, from which many of the troops are recruited. Nothing is left to chance; little is wasted. There is freedom for the citizens in their private lives, but only insofar as they obey the public rules.

My name is Caela, and I am of the witchfolk. That is what we were called on our home world, Earth, centuries ago. Where shall I begin? There was that ancient era when a craze for genetic solutions came with advances in genetic research, as the histories tell us. Fashionable parents of that age reveled in their ability to choose special gifts for their offspring through the miracle of gene manipulation. It was thought by someone with the clout for the research dollars that there was a crying need in their society for people with enhanced empathy, minds that could probe the minds of others -- maybe as clinicians, maybe as spies, maybe as weapons. We were used for all of those purposes, and not to our benefit. We became vilified, feared and hated by those who did not share our gift. Naturally, we tended to band together, to marry and live within communities of our own, of those who neither feared nor revered us but simply knew us as we were, as people much like themselves. Bonding together in enclaves within which we felt accepted and protected, we left the others to develop their fears and resentments. We had natural advantages in myriad social situations, able to know what others felt, to enhance those feelings or divert them to our purpose. Of course, some of us had used those advantages unscrupulously -- although that very empathy in some ways puts a damper on the advantages of manipulation over time. Thus, there was actually much less abuse of our abilities than was expected by the general population.
Over time many of us learned to keep our abilities to ourselves and blend in more with the mainstream. By the time of the big wave of colonization, most of us were quietly assimilated, not particularly noteworthy. Still, many of us hoped for less constrained lives on a brand new world. Those who came to this planet, Eden, so named because of its bountiful natural resources, did so as common recruits like anyone else, looking for the possibility of paradise. Genetic engineering technologies did not ultimately solve Earth's problems of over-population, pollution, depletion of resources. The solution came from the science of space travel, the brave new adventure of colonization. As star travel and planetary exploration permeated the media and popular imagination, the idea of leaving the troubles of Earth behind to start over on other worlds became a common dream. People from all walks of life became enamored of their own fantasies of what they could become given such a new start. People from all walks of life ultimately made the journeys, took the chance, found themselves vastly far from home, and, perforce, created new homes which they were privileged to build from scratch, in league with the others who had made the journey with them.

libra/scorpio thots

I tried,

and tried

to find a way through,

me and you

friends, partners,

mother &daughter,

a way to be wanted,

beloved, believed in,

part of a family,

welcome home.

I tried, though you’d died

to flay my mistaught mind

to justify my life

to finally live up to your standards

(despite that you never exemplified,

showed me how)

You took too much,

gave naught but guilt and

difficult memories.

Let go, let go, let go.

Let this end time be

for me.

 

 

 

 

where are the real Republicans

the real Conservatives

the real people who actually think, consider, and have strong principles about their duties?

I remember, they used to be everywhere

bit by bit by bitterness they have succumbed

to mere madness loosed upon this dying world

 

 

 

 

 

all the lonely people

 

wander halls filled with lonely people

 

cry silently for connection

 

without connecting

 

 

10/20-24/19

 

 

questions and observations

The big question?

How humans can learn to live

successfully together, doing

what needs doing in our own

best interests.

 

 

 

A bright ray of poison radiation

destroying everyone in sight

 

 

Loners, introverts,

people without posses, 

or people perennially maligned.

We find pernicious labels

to pound into your mind.

We recruit you with pain.

Reward for worship of divine hate:

 we see you self-destruct,

imbibe our poison.

 

 

Basic education

How things work

How they can malfunction

How to fix them

How to improve them

How to keep them healthy,

and adapting for future demands

 

 

Familial affection

Intimate relation

surrounds our identity

Pings of care remind us,

narrative bonds for

cooperation that lifts mood

and opportunities

 

 

 

For Goodness Sake

 

 

Why not

different truth sets

truths we can learn or discover

truths we feel, experience

truths we know we do not know

truths that change with

point of view

or time

Why fight

over truth, under stubborn banner?

Truth is neither

question nor answer.

What matters if what we do

in all humility

from our core.

 

 

I never self-identified

in gender

Yet I suffer from others

identifying me.

Where is our zone of privacy?

How can be be ourselves

while fulfilling our needs

to pay our bills

selling our skills

in the market square?

 

 

 

This planet,

on which we depend, must be

our primary stakeholder!

 

 

10/12-20/19

who would you be

turning into rock

turning into a mountain

abiding

enduring

no longer wandering that rocky road

density, quiet destiny

amalgamating, eroding

knowing only

Earth and sky

10/17/19

it doesn’t matter what he does

because it’s isn’t Trump, it’s us

and not just US, the human race

no wonder we want to split ourselves

into mythical “races” as scapegoats,

to die for our sins

thots drifting by

so who created this “wealth”?

this idea of “wealth”?

this ability to have “wealth”?

this is a reality that must be agreed to within our society

to have any meaning

 

 

 

a society's laws and government ideally exist

to protect the weak,

provide for the general health and welfare,

adjudicate disputes and keep the peace

 

 

 

We can be anywhere,

while virtually everywhere,

saving all that fuel and time, energy,

from here to there. 

 

 

 

Human rights overruled

by our more important

imaginary brothers.

How was it we agreed to create

this idea of reality?

 

 

 

Childhood is no splendid fantasy.

Children hurt, are hurt, are pulled along

as possessions with their grown-up owners.

Yet, we survive,

become our lives.

How open wounds to healing light,

hope of love in shared homecoming

opens us to ever more brutality?

These ought not be normal times,

best expectation.

Talk to me. Please!

Tell me I can expect better.

Wounded children can hope to be healed.

 

 

10/7-11/19

turbulence

a collective assumption

of undergirding rules for successful

living among other humans (morality)

 

 

Don’t you understand that people feel lied to

(because of the continual manipulation)

don’t know who or what to trust,

or how to trust.

 

 

Those who preach hate are

clear antithesis to those who preach

love, kindness.

Who follow our Messiah, who our AntiChrist?

or whatever metaphor your worldview prefers

 

 

I’ve read

men fear laughter,

women fear slaughter.

We all fear potential costs

of speaking truths

the angry herd doesn’t want to hear.

 

 

Outbursts ascribed to malicious intent

can on review be seen

as the rants of minds overwhelmed beyond

acceptable reason, expected self-regulation,

moderation.

Is our angry attitude toward those who

act inappropriately because we tend to believe

the story that their brains are broken --

See, they are by nature wrong – ?

But these brains are not broken, rather

valiantly working to survive

broken lives,

that could be any of us at some time.

What world would you want in place

at your time of need?

 

 

10/4-6

reflection with affection

Life's song can rise and fall in tone

Encode the call we each alone

can hear and dance with

through fear, romance, death,

learning to repair, to own the tune we play

expand and jam throughout each day

maiden to crone

Creating symphony, notated memory

of how we've grown

 

 

 

 

I am certain they will,

your words, that thrill with wisdom

walked over miles, trials, persistence

ever to seek to smile, to learn, to find stillness

for an instant, then travel on

I am certain they will inspire, give assistance to

we who see and desire to come along.

 

 

 

WWSPD

Heated exchange over who said what,

and what was meant,

useless distraction from the real event --

discerning mutual solutions.

Figure out what you value

beyond compromise.

Concede the rest.

 

 

 

Every thing has its stories, its

contexts, its narratives.

Every thing within our universe of

meaning exists, connects, affects.

 

 

 

Never given information needed to

deal with my life,

I’ve figured out on my own, and so often

have been wrong.

And you ?

What have you been taught, believed,

found through experience,

to work for you?

 

 

 

When we feel we are failures

because reality denies our expectations,

we human beings need people

who won’t quit us, give

safe space to grieve,

rethink, emerge

who give sounding board, kind

critique or calm containment,

encouragement, balm and elixir,

surrounding atmosphere of abiding love.

 

 

9/20-26/19 

forever autumn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Al-ESH-XfQc

Forever Autumn. The Moody Blues. (1978)

 

 

 

Early autumn firelight,

reminiscent of witch hunts, ghosts of cavalry,

dire warnings and endless hide and strike.

The game, the funhouse, turns deadly.

Sanctuary calls, demanding sacrifice.

The noble phoenix fed on frankenseed

can not rise.

 

Skies descend, dark mirroring.

Smell the woodsmoke, intoxicating, soft and sweet;

masks the taste of bitter bile, secret vomiting,

starving despite harvest's gay array of treats.

Faded, nearly blind, falling in and out of

shamanic fever, primeval native callings beyond sight,

ripple of tribal beat, at the periphery

ecstatic vision dark/light/agony and brilliant breaks,

starbright constellations.

 

 

 

In deep field dreams

rustic woodfire comfort

blesses autumn morn

 

 

 

Autumn Calls a Prologue to Fall

 

 

Settle into Sun setting, calling leaves, days diminishing.

Secret senses sing, startling mysteries, dense synchronicities.

Gathering hunters leap to frenzied victory, pray to

craved largesse,

darkening forest, deepening tales, shadow deities.

Ritual beauty, fierce death/wild rebirth.

 

Energy dervishes, drunk from fruits of Earth, swirl

into ecstasy; face becoming.  Sun dies from Western skies.

Realign.

 

 

 

Libra

 

 

The scales of Justice

Yin and Yang

The interchange of love

A world in perfect balance

twixt summer/winter extremes

The perfect beauty of sun shining

on rainbow puddles

reflecting the brilliant colors

of changing leaves

 

 

 

 

Yield

 

 

I chase a marvelous goat --

the young idea

frisky and rambling.

I fenced her in with words.

A mazing race though the whishing wind.

She laughed when I claimed to have caught her

and led me on

through newborn autumn fields.

 

 

 

love like breeze through leaves,

song of future longing,

autumn in the wind

 

 

 

A Vignette

 

 

It was a simple house in a simple town.

The road was long and winding.

Two men sat on the road.

They were playing cards.

One man had a bottle which was occasionally passed.

They were not playing for any stakes,

But as an excuse for companionship.

It was a simple house in a simple town.

Old gnarled, stately tall trees formed a woods

that lined the roadway.

It was noon, but the day was overcast;

not dark, but pleasantly muted.

It was autumn.

The trees were proud of their majestic leaves

of gold and magenta which covered their branches

and sprinkled the earth.

Small furry creatures occasionally could be seen

amidst the trees, leaves and earth.

The two men were aware of all this in the

backgrounds of their minds.

They were also aware of the pleasantness

of their peaceful companionship

as they played cards, passed the bottle

and made casual conversation about this and that.

It was a simple house in a simple town

by the side of a long and windy road

which was surrounded by woods.

A plane passed overhead

and was briefly a part of this scene,

before moving on to more important places.

 

 

 

Juicy round autumn

 

 

Juicy round autumn

burnished red and golden

mesmerizing quality of time today.

Hunger forgotten when life is a garden

sow and weep

while you sleep

a new day grows.

Getting our time together

Getting in touch with weather again

And there's been so much to weather

Again and again and again.

Sunrays are playing

Warming the walkways

Flashing out rainbows

in random puddles and streams.

Clear skies and starlight

Awaken the night hours

Expanding the time to harvest our dreams.

 

 

 

Indian Summer

 

 

In a time of awakening;

In a season of wild abandon;

In a moment of sensation -

In a flash

In a long and luscious indian summer of my life

Glorious dreams were made.

Sound doctrines magnified.

Quick impulses of insight found light and sparkled

long into the autumn night.

I will remember

the chill of golden woods

the fairytale rolling mountains

the days upon days of cool clean crispness

like the sweet/tart fruits of harvest.

In a clearing

Along a riverbed

Furry forest sounds and scent of moisture

Early morning dawn awakening

to a season of wild abandon

a golden moment of sensation

In a flash -- alive to an open season

Alive to a new awakening

Alive

 

 

 

Autumnal Vision

 

 

Wind, rain: a snuggle under the covers morning

Dreamtime --

"dreaming of the way things might have been"?

Someone asked: What short of revolution could remake

the world to be

more fair, peaceful, more encouraging of love?

My new mantra: "lighten up":

Eyes upward, facing mysteries of stars and heavens

Heart lightened, to more merry, merry be

I lighten the load to my aching shoulders, and find

worlds of light and joy easier to carry

I look to ancient wisdoms to enlighten my soul

 

And I laugh, lightly, brightly,

let loose too tightly inheld breath of

fear/hate/judgment.

Breathing freely, I inhale

the exhilarating scent of changing leaves

 

 

 

Look!

Through autumn branches

Hunter Moon

 

 

 

October

 

 

Entering into a joy of its own,

love long subdued, yet never

denied . . .

Deeply buried, muffled calls from

memory's tomb.

Embedded in layers, perennial autumn leaves.

Empty years

temporarily deluged by tears

tumbling like coins

through torn clothing.

Hard earned but never spent;

I weep for you.

 

Entering into a joy of its own,

elation of interchange incomplete.

Crepuscular darkness of Autumn,

solemn, ancient, descending,

anticipates consummation.