Thursday, December 26, 2019

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

Friday, December 13, 2019

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

Friday, December 6, 2019

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

Friday, November 29, 2019

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 

Friday, November 22, 2019

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 

Saturday, November 9, 2019

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

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

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

Friday, October 25, 2019

something sacred and Night's Pages online

 

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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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
 

 

Sunday, October 20, 2019

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

Thursday, October 17, 2019

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

Friday, October 11, 2019

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

Sunday, October 6, 2019

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

Friday, September 27, 2019

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 

Sunday, September 22, 2019

forever autumn

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.