Category: Prophesy


Riddle in Haiku


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waters of the soul
a glass imagination
lie deep in questions

life lives in questions
in the tension of the search
the thrill of seeking

the journey is all
journey is destination
soul discovery

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.

Painted


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I saw a time before time,
When the voices
Given by the songwriter,
Rejoiced together
…….alive…….
In the music of creation,
And the colors of life;
Invested in the song,
As if it was our very own
…….painted…….
In the blush of a star.

Blind Squirrels


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I spent years running hard after the Warrior…….I had lived with warfare, violence, and striving most of my life, I was comfortable with it…….anything else, secretly terrified me.

Yet, the Lover was wooing me now…….If you do not let me love you; you will not make it.

The sword brings many things…….but there is gladness only in the embrace.

It’s a dance I’ve never known…….blind squirrels, and all that; you know.

Whispers


evening dew

My love steals
Across the land,
Like a dew…….
Provoking
Every scent and color…….
Till all lies before me;
Lustrous, and fragrant…….
If I cry to the heavens,
It is only that they may whisper to the earth…….
And the earth,
To the bursting lily,
And the wild vine, trailing on the hedge…….
And the bud, and the vine,
Into the heart of man…….
For I cannot shut out the hope of my love.

Dissonant Chords


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Dissonant chords,
Shrouded, within the livid folds of life…….
Dance amidst the storm…….
Like fingers rushing across the keys…….
A music, mantled by dark shadows of lonely fear…….
Beguiling, like birdsong, in the middle of the night…….
Playing the souls of men.

Synesthesia


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Can you hear the colors…….
Does the music flow in a symphonic rainbow…….
And a word, masticate, like the tasting of creation…….
Why does the lighted photon speak to my heart
In the rhythm and pulsebeat of another land…….a world apart?

11/13


death
There is still
A resonance of that original harmony,
Alive within me;
But in creation’s song,
There quivers the bassful groan of death;
Although living…….
It is always dying:
We sing our songs,
Keeping watch that we are not
The next to die…….
In our communion
Between life and death;
Partaking of that which is dying,
With God’s curse,
Coursing though its delicious veins.

A Day


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A day…….a new day…….
Risen upon us from the depths of eternity;
Girt, all around with wonder, and surprise:
A new day,
Emerging from the womb of darkness,
Into the light of our lives…….
It is a new creation of light and life,
Brought into being by the hand of God:
It is, in itself, one entire perfect sphere
Of space and time…….
Unique…….filled, and emptied of the sun…….
Yet, every past generation is represented within it,
It is, as in every day, the flowering of all history;
Richer, therefore,
Than all other days that have preceded it:
And into this new day, we too have been recreated,
Into new life, new opportunities, and new powers:
Called into this utmost promontory of now,
This moving center of all converging life;
It is for this day that we have been endowed,
It is for this day that we have been
Pressed, created, and surrounded…….
The sum of our entire being is concentrated here;
And today is all the time we absolutely have.

Moments


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There are moments,
Startled,
By a sudden death
Of all hope;
We are too much wearied
To disbelieve:
We bow our head,
And raise a tear:
We asked;
And we have had
Our reply.