new dawn in progress

Twilight at the Dark of the Moon

 

 

Moving inward.

Spiraling

into deepest silence.

Feel me here,

oh my most darling.

Here is the free-est flow,

river of bliss.  Bounty

of years of grey resistance,

incrementally awakened to

swirling shades --

mystic purples,

mad magentas,

sky-eyed blues.

There is ancient music,

crescendos to peals.

Layered millennial ears,

creatures of seas to trees

murmur through.

Ripples of soundwaves,

broker wisdom

not yet condensed into words.

Romances spun of clay and sand,

woven into fashion’s fabrics.

Hearty voices join,

create regaled mythology.

Star-shaped world story

reverberates with

chill and heat.

Nascent strive for enriched clarity

that must open ever more widely,

a luminous spiral

up, out, in, around.

Come, brave as you imagine.

In that brief eternal interval

all of energy

coalesces.

 

 

sow and weep

while you sleep

a new day grows.

 

 

 

Each new day we relive the old, acting out dramas unresolved.

All we need to do is breathe to play to dance into our unbound creation.

 

 

 

dawn could be inspiration,

bounteous gifts free of obligation,

uplift of

energy gleefully received.

 

 

 

This is the first measure of the first movement,

a pirouette, a dervishly delightfilled whirl.

Cast upon this rocky estuary, dance inner wise,

third eye calling dawn into destiny.

 

 

 

Symphonies,

drums at dawn.

Inspiration and instruction

carried forth through song

 

 

 

Birdsong, voices conflating

the sum of experience,

let loose into this foggy dawn.

Colours, still subtle,

arranging,

catch liquid,

dissolve in

undulating air --

tell a story.

 

 

 

Dawn's pink-purple hue

breaks through over time

while I wander in dreaming.

 

 

 

Words of Peace

speak beyond structured language

sharing profoundly

in joy,

graceful dancing

to music of each dawn.

 

 

 

A bright dawn upon the kingdom

offers sparkling hope,

new dreams aborning.

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

Dawning form seeps toward reward,

to speak out what’s been found.

 

 

 

charge fiercely into each new

dawn.

Initiate, ignite.

 

 

We are calling in the dawn

Calling, gently, our many voices

How do we call thee, oh joyfully smiling mother

Welcome arising in our hearts,

Anointing our many-colored soul.

Take in the day

Rejoice in the sunshine

We are alove and strong

In primeval paradise

Upon a windswept beach

Our eyes, our arms

Raised in blessing

Totality is ours

There is no darkness.

 

 

 

dawn

upon dawn.

Listen for enchanting pipes

of Pan to follow, drawn on

painted sky.

What was lost may be re-crafted.

Daring quests begun anew.

In a world of lads and lasses

hale and strong, brave and true.

Joined in conjure,

raise our glasses.

Do as we must do.

 

 

 

    Hope emanates, flows into form.

    Another day dawns and lingers.

    We journey on.

 

 

 

peeping dawn high in colors of awe.

 

 

 

What world is this

in swaddling clothes

at the break of dawn?

 

 

 

 

Deafening nightmare, desperate storm

give way to rainbows, peaceful dawns.

 

 

 

before the dawn

take peace into each breath, each incantation

from the strength to align impeccably

with your deepest truth

 

childish agonies

dispelled with dawn's

bright kiss,

 

 

 

Imagine the day that dawns when

you are no longer dreaming.

 

 

 

 

 

A new day is dawning, but is it sun or storm?

 

 

 

The new day dawning

it will encounter clouds and hailstorms,

turbulence and destruction.

It will be a day of startling showers and

unsettled wind,

of unreasoned pain

and empty solace.

It will be a day to try our souls.

But it will be a day of infinite possibilities.

 

 

 

A new day dawning in the

drizzle and the pain

[These little moments

of presence, of meaning

when for a bit all is clear

That's what we're doing here.]

Another chance to revel in the rain

 

 

 

 

Through weary hours of bitter nights

It helps if we can fix our sight

upon the rays of morning.

 

 

 

Some bright good morning of

fish and loaves, cake and wine,

capacious tribes adjoin in movement.

Shining line of peace.

Terror’s fear released.

 

 

 

A new day is dawning, but where is the sun?

Our freedom and faith are defined by the gun.

The symbol of power overrules everyone

'Til we create our own electricity.

A new day is dawning, look up everyone,

it's time to rejoice in the dawn.

 

 

 

New days, new dawns, new destinations

open endless, unforeseen segues.

Wonder creates, merrily navigates veils

as each falls, cast  away.

Luminous celestial array.

Lightning aurora bursts

expose prospective trails.

New days, new dawns, new destinations

open into never seen visions.

Wonder creates, gracefully navigates

through veils each cast  away.

Luminous color array.

Lightning aurora

bursting through.

 

 

 

ascend into sacred muse-ways.

Every day a new day

 

 

 

I walk softly in the morning.

Drink awakening dew, sunbeam blessed.

I take what has always been mine,

cherish magnificence

and leave rough visions

of apocalypse to human eyes.

 

 

 

morning sunshine

burns off fog.

Glistening sky and the luxury

of self-companionship.

Ready, take aim, begin.