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.
 
 
 
 

Friday, September 20, 2019

carrying

Are we not all sinners
deserving to be redeemed
through good works, understanding
what harms we have allowed, demanded,
reveled I as if enmity were triumph.
 
 
 
The socialist experiment of the G.I. Bill
for returning veterans of WWII created
the well-lauded wealth of the ‘50s and ‘60s.
 
 
 
We caustically complain:  These
problems, there is no way to solve them.
Be honest!
These problems can be solved – but it is
so much easier to complain than to do
what needs doing.
 
 
 
Much of what is ascribed to maliciousness
is, rather, incompetence.
Much incompetence is based in laziness.
 
 
 
We all have secret traumas, private pain.
What good does it do us to bully and blame?
Honest relating could help us all
find better lives.
 
 
Show respect for your fellow residents.
That’s the only way we get through it,
together.
 
 
If, after all you’ve been through,
you can still be delightful,
that’s special.
 
 
 

9/14-20/19

Friday, September 13, 2019

me and not

I identify as me --
my best, most constant friend,
that silent voice, invisible listener,
and our body servant
interface with the greater world.
 
 
 
I know that people suck
(though not all the time),
yet we too often see behavior
that is clearly outrageously evil.
It seem some people are immature
and angry enough to think evil fun.
 
 

9/7-8/19

Friday, September 6, 2019

multiplex analysis

So much evil we see
seems to be based on
Man’s fear of Woman
which leads to their desperate need
to maintain Patriarchy, to keep
her in “her place” of powerlessness.
 
 
 
You are (we are) allowed to be
complicated --
to live in complex thoughts,
feelings, ideas, values, beliefs.
You are a multi-faceted living being
-- not a soundbite.
 
 
 
Not “God’s Creation”, we are gods’ emanation.
 
 
 
None of us need be held down
by the status quo.
But what is the status quo
in all this turbulent change?
 
 
 
Working class Whitemen
self-deporting from their disappointing lives
increase the rate of demographic change
they decry.
 
 
 
Love as spirit awareness
 
 
 
We form our lives
based on our ambient culture
from which we learn
what is possible
what is permitted.
 
 
 
Some believe by definition
murderers must be mentally ill,
because it is insane to consciously kill.
Some believe we are a violent race, intent
to annihilate our enemies --
and “enemy” is fungible.
 
 
 
Not about helping us,
but hurting not-us.
 
 
 
This is not static natural background,
but human decisions --
and we can decide differently.
The problem is
getting enough of us to agree.
So we default to conditions
most of us have long settled on.
 
 
 

9/2-5/19

Sunday, September 1, 2019

get to work

We’re all messed up
Let’s start from there
and figure out how
to be better.
 
 
 
When those closest to your life
treat you as enemy
where is your circle of support?
How do you learn to be?
 
 
 
Why care what people think?
(How even know what we are really thinking?)
I care what people feel.
 
 
 
Some speak of worry for the cost
to reach environmental solvency --
the basic conditions that create our
possibilities for health and wealth.
Think:
any and all wealth owned by any and all
is here, part of our overall planet.
How be so foolish to allow all wealth
to disappear, to save a small portion that
in fact can be renewed once our world
receives its needed care.
 
 
 
Why ridicule,
be seen a fool?
Instead present
better argument.
 
 
 
8/24-9/1/19