Archive for August, 2016


I Am Music


i am music

I am music, lost in life’s passion; I am the portrait, scarred with the colors of rage…….I am both living stone; and written page; created across separate realms, to live in many ways: many lives…….all at the same time…….perhaps, throughout all time……..

I saw a time,
When all voices
Rejoiced together
…….alive…….
In the music of creation,
Singing the song,
As if it was our very own

I have been chosen for a banquet; and crushed in a cup…….alive in a kingdom; and dead in the dust…….pursued, nurtured, and developed…….living a creativity that is both me; and beyond me…….entwined, surrounded, and enveloped…….His light in me…….changing form…….like a life storm…….shimmering…….in the flash…………..glowing warm…….a meteor swarm…….phenomenal!

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Timeless Moments


timeless moments

approaching the hour of living dusk,
we are reminded of the patterns of
our timeless moments;
like cycles of birth and death…….
like images of laughter, and pain
scattered as living seed
across the confluence of time and eternity,
merging, in the endless flow
of all moments that have died
swallowed, in a race to save time…….
or spend time…….
or slow time…….
or find time…….
every moment,
reaching out of the silence,
depending on what has passed before:
the living and the dead…….
alive in the moment…….
only moments apart.

By The River


down by the river

walking down by the river,
i hear a melody
in slow and soft inflections
beckoning me back…….
the intoned vibrations of the journey
speak to me of life…….a life
singing new worlds into existence.

there is a music
alive in the sonic and lyrical response
of the living soul
trying to locate himself
to understand…….to see…….
and to know, once again
that sense of wonder and beauty.

in subtle whispers and quiet tones
we create a place…….
a map in songline within the heart
slowing to a soft spoken incantation
evoking that moment of eternity;
reconnecting us to feel and touch, and
learning the paths by singing them as we walk.

A Haiku


dew on the rose

shall the lifting rose
rejoice against the dewdrop
hanging by a thread

does the winter rain
beckon into the bossom
of a frozen land

to be a bearer
in the wholeness that is life
is praise high enough

to be life…….in life
evoking life, within the smell
of a gentle rain.