dad
November 1, 2017 § Leave a comment
they call him the man of mystery
a scorpio by birth
and by definition, a figure in black
twenty steps ahead in action
and thought, as wise as time itself, he knows
specifics of middle eastern conflicts
how I should handle a breakup
how to load a dishwasher with engineered perfection
a musician with a pulse on life’s rhythm, he can see
humor in humanness, a skill of sense, he can hear
the oscillation of truth and champions its emergence
a squeaky hinge unearthing all that is just
he cultivates principle in life
and gospel in his garden, a provider
he serves and protects family and dog
as reliable as the moon’s rising and falling
he is eternally there, without doubt
he leads, twenty steps ahead
but always looks back to make sure
I’m near and loved and safe and content.
what a dads to have been given.
Seeker of Magnificent Peace…
September 14, 2017 § 2 Comments
…is what you are, they said, with eyes upward, always
searching the sky for answers, connections
as if they were written in the space between clouds
you peel back the pages of unassuming novels
and whisper sentences aloud
while divinity falls from the pages
you can’t help but hear the silence between spoken word
peering between the eyes of the same, the other
suddenly finding presence in a habitual day
presence that wakes you up like cold water
you swallow the steady tones of your yoga teacher’s chant
“open your crown chakra,
see the barriers fall between you and the divine
you are connected to the wisdom of the universe”
inhale, exhale
never stop seeking
on loss
September 13, 2017 § Leave a comment
swimming into the space of without
having one fully there
and then not
you feel
so fully, and don’t believe
you’ve ever felt
as much as you do,
now,
that you’ve felt loss,
now
that you’ve felt thoughts
wring themselves dry
in your hands
so fully
I wonder
at the very same time
both, if I’ll ever have any more
thought
to think and if I’ll ever
be able to grasp
a moment of calm
when my mind isn’t
spinning
frantically in circles,
loss
that so fully awakens you
makes you
present, but oppressively
makes you
absent, presses every inch
of your mind, pulls every fiber
of your being apart, no matter who
made the decision
the call
the whisper of doubt
the degree
to which you feel is so
ever
present, here
pulling your tendons in
every direction
leaving you to fully feel
still, numb, torn, broken
loneliness though is a gift
of resilience
it gives
perspective
pulls together the heart
stitches it up
makes you wash your hair
toast your bread
get on with your day
keeps your heart
tapping, lungs
gasping, feet
stepping, hands
typing
albeit
pounding,
sharply,
numbly,
achingly,
at times
it’s amazing
despite the weight
the things you feel
when you let yourself
feel…
your mind
and heart and cells
are capable of expressing
everything, just cells,
pieces of the earth
we’re just pieces
of this place, yet
we feel so deeply
we think so profoundly
it’s a gift
I can’t express
my thanks
how lucky am I
to have met another soul,
perhaps, just once in this life,
who made me feel so
deeply
cadence
September 7, 2017 § Leave a comment
rhythmic syllables spin within your mind
more often than dialogue or data
whispering, floating mantras
cadences and choruses, gently dipping
and rising, like carousels of phrase
and with each circle
the sounds cling more closely together
gathering by necessity,
spinning into song with centrifugal fervor,
overflowing outward
onward, upward…
and the world can’t help but swallow them whole
rise again
September 5, 2017 § Leave a comment
when the ocean falls
but rises like a bird dives
then rises as a carousel dips
and rises to the falling winds
which rise like a smile turns
and rises like the sun sets
but always, always rises.
reason
September 5, 2017 § 2 Comments
sometimes the wonder
is just all too great to hold
so, I write a poem
difference
September 3, 2017 § 2 Comments
the moments that feel
the most changed, are those that start
and end without thoughts you
Sept 1
September 2, 2017 § 2 Comments
for the start…
the sense of heart
is best kept, not within,
but without, aloud,
when we’re born we can’t speak
but we sense, we share,
perhaps, when we find our voice
do we forget how to feel? sense? care?
syzygy
August 21, 2017 § 1 Comment
how beautiful, syzygy, suddenly interrupts
calls down to us, longingly, please, look up!
turn eyes skyward, widen narrow slits
blink away blurred vision, clouded with grit
a ball of fire, 400 times more grand
a small moonrock in orbit, like a grain of sand
and our home, still searching to someday be whole
filled with life, love, wanderers, and lonely souls
is it astronomical the three should align?
or a prophecy defined by expanses of time?
it’s the call from inky seas, wherein mysteries lie
it’s the only way we’re here, the pull from the sky
it spins us in circles as time passes and thus
we’re aligned in the orbit as they call, look at us!
we appear to be different, they might explain
the sun with an incredible pulse that sustains
and the moon, shining only with the sun’s selfless light
that gives without taking, yielding depth to the night
making peaceful patterns as we sleep and we wake
in diligent duty, it only gives, never takes
the moon, it guards us in constant orbit
an incredible beacon, a silhouetted portrait
dependably circling as we pull it near
its loyal light a guide our planet holds dear
and our earth, the one so incredibly full
with the only beautiful form of life that we know
we are one, pulled together by forces of grand
mysteries floating within our expansive land
a sky, so filled with amazing unknowns
can’t you see, please, look up! we’re not so alone
we’re different, yes, but so very the same
three lost rocks wandering in a darkened plane
we’re in this so deeply, with the expanses above,
safely held in orbit by the gravity of love
syzygy pleads, please, open your mind!
the sun, the moon, the earth, all beautifully aligned,
can’t you see? we’re here, with love and with light
a calling from nature when day becomes night
a moment of peace in chaos and hurt
a call from the universe to our beautiful earth
it’s incredible, it’s here, it’s not yours or mine
it’s ours, it’s love, please value all humankind
shouting anthems of beauty, the universe interrupts
it’s light, it’s love, it’s ours,
please… look up…
same.
January 22, 2017 § 2 Comments
as a current
dances downstream,
our blood,
mine and yours, it flows
together, paced
by gravity, our hearts with rhythm
aligned, beating in time
we’re all the same.
the atoms that are you
are also mine
a beautiful composition
we’re the same
as every tree
inhaling the breath
the world pours out, and giving
back the same.
we honor the sun
for its warmth
that reaches us, all, always,
we confide in the moon
with secrets and lies
for days, nights, lights, tides
the them, it doesn’t comprehend
it’s only we. it’s you, it’s me.
it’s the stars, the mystery above us all,
that need to fall, push darkness down
into our cluttered houses, and minds
open our doors, to an unknown cold
take the roofs off our protected states
of mind, urge us to step outside
and listen.
do you hear the sound?
it’s you and it’s me,
one heart that belongs
to the ground,
from whence it came
born of the earth
a heart that beats
with every other being that surrounds
it can’t see, it can only be
aligned, beating in time,
we’re all the same.
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