Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Calm
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it’s late
the light has faded
calm ensues
transcendent
the night air
filled with chanting
of innumerable frogs
resplendent
their calls
echoing
from somewhere
deep
within the ancient
of our lives
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Familiar Mystery
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senseless
making no sense
unthinkable things
manifest
mangling order
illogical actions
forcing extraordinary reactions
pulling the rug
that was our foundation
of reality and reason
used to compare
with everything
sunshine warmth
breezy tree leaves
moonlight
stars
clouds
earth
waves
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There are different ways to react to things that disturb a healthy normal. Sometimes all that is left is a new normal. Even when I don’t know how to react, my mind and body are reacting. I am tired, and I don’t want to expend the energy to effect any outcome. I ride the wave for a while.
The world is large, and the world is small. A breath is nothing, a breath is everything.
Being able to reconcile that, makes room for mystery. Hold mystery in the palm of your hands and find a way to accept it for what it is. Is it mysterious? Or, is it familiar?
Some days we are able to wake up and laugh at our burdens, the ones that we carry through our lives. Broken hearts will heal, if we let them. It isn’t always a function of doing something to bring about healing. It can simply be a matter of getting ourselves to allow the healing to happen.
We are all connected, to each other, and to everything, …our healing, and others who are not. There is always a constant force influencing the web of life, with pushes and pulls. So, the healing of one person has impact on all others, just as the wounding of one, pains us all.
I cannot make sense of the senseless. It is a mystery that is familiar to me. The wounds of the people of the world are the source of a pain that I feel. I will ride my wave, conscious to breathe, and allow space for healing to happen.
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light
dances
on everything
subtle influence
of changing color
like laughter
a song
vibrations
incantations
gripping
intangible strength
a healing balm
soothing
a place
of need
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Kill Me
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some days, when I read of a Taliban attack
on a school principal
or a mexican drug cartel repeatedly killing town officials
or Afghans who volunteer to become police
getting blown up by a suicide bomber
I marvel over people’s willingness
to step into such threatened roles
It makes me think
just kill me now
because I support the creation of schools
the governing of towns
the policing of communities
and when you are killing those
who choose to step into such roles
you are also killing me
but I don’t actually die
I live on to see
the messes continually made
by your demented logic
just cut out all the dancing around
stop chipping away at it
kill me now
save me the hassle
kill everyone who doesn’t see things your way
kill all the innocents
kill the girls who want to learn to read
kill those willing to teach
kill the people who want to live a decent life
those willing to work
for peace and harmony
sanity
civility
respect
rainbows
diversity
a planet-full of human beings
that don’t see things
in the demented way
of your criminal enterprise
or your holier-than-thou logic
amen
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Mysterious Conflict
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in the deepest, darkest hours of the night
awakened by crashing and thrashing sounds
traveling through the house
toward the spaces directly under my bed
I discover a voice I’ve not heard before
a mixture of breath and growl
and a hint of a hiss
that goes on at length
telling me someone is not happy
but I can’t decipher who
and I’m tired, so I go back to sleep
hoping whatever the problem is
it will pass with the night
and normal will arise at daybreak
except we don’t make it all the way to light
when the fighting loudly resumes
and that growling breathing sound
picks up where it previously left off
its cadence speaking an eerie gloom
and I wonder with hope
if this might be
the first battle with critters
since the cats had arrived
to lay claim on this abode
since no mice have dared appear
now that cats have settled in here
and when morning eventually dawns
with rain showering from cloudy skies
that clearly filled my dreams
with visions of leaks in my house
from windows in ceilings above
and making rivers into a dirt floor garage
it takes some time
before a feline decides to appear
it’s the wee she who jumps up on the bed
obviously nervous to a dramatic degree
and I get no sense that this escapade is over
when she tries to act normal
but can’t let down her guard
shortly after, proved to be true
when he, too, showed up on the bed
trying to act as if nothing was wrong
and she immediately attacked
appearing the offending aggressor
and he takes flight with her in pursuit
and crashing and thrashing ensues
out of sight, so I only hear sounds
and I wonder, if there is fault
will I figure out who is to blame
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Fooled
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I have left the playing field
I have left the building
I cannot see what it is that is hurting
my chances to succeed
in this rat race that is hurling
my life past my eyes
at breakneck speed like in curling
wake the dream
shake the rug
bang the gong
take a drug
lift back down to the top of the floor
where my feet finally reach
the wide open door
and I dance oh so suave
as if I knew what it was
I’m supposed to be doing
and I see there’s a finish line
that’s no different from the start
and ponder for reasons
that make sense to my heart
but I can’t seem to grasp
what it is that has sent
me reeling, careening
really, falling apart
over something that is nothing
a hollywood foam rock
© 2006
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