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the breath of autumn
nurtures weary lives…….
in that stillness of an early frost
we catch the sounds
…….unheaded…….
in the playful summer sun
a warbled trill, a rustling bush
and the crunch of frozen ground
speak of the many strings of life
within this symphony of being
so agreeably set,
that we perceive not
its many separate parts

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I Hear A Noise


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I hear a noise……a shout…….a cry, hushed, into the whispering sobs of an overwhelming fear…….a fear that paralyzes a soul facing endless options and few choices…….so it whimpers along, stuck; in its own chosen image…….claiming an authority undermined by its own experience…….but then again, it is for the experience, you see…….just for the experience…….hear the voices from the crowd…….take a selfie, or it didn’t happen…….project an image…….just something to give it expression: another one of the fragments that we shore against our ruins, as we hide inside…….alone, inside…….in the dark.

Moments


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even here the earth shakes
the trees I know, the shadows I know, the rain I know
it has stopped now,
as the sun pushes through the pines,
the air resounds with
the sounds of creeks, birds, and wild water;
the quails whistle in the wet bushes,
a silly noise, to be delighted in only because
it is the voice of the moment,
then, a sudden aloneness,
within that wordless union;
I close my eyes and sink into this watered world
of which I am a part,
and the world lives on,
with me in it,
for I am not alien to it…….
what I do is live…….how I pray is breathe

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!

Timeless Moments


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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.

6/9


Throw your endorsement in,
Pull your endorsement out,
Put your endorsement in,
And then you shake it all about;
But you kiss the Trumpie rumpie
When he swings that puppy out
Cause that’s what it’s all about.
Boom!

come on everybody…….sing it one more time with me…….

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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.

Inherent


silence unto God

Isolation is invitation,
Cutting through the flesh
Like the slow dance
Of a thousand razor blades;
Bringing an eerie,
Almost matter of fact cry,
From the world of our secrets
That seamlessly inhabit
Both day and night.
 
We think of dreams
As something imagined
…….something unreal…….
Yet are we not a constant dream?
Living an experience, clear in the heart,
But ever so fleeting to the touch?
Therefore, I must love my solitude;
And sing out with the pain it inflicts:
That is me…….is that all of us?
 
But I am within all of me:
A dream of being,
Be it nothing…….or everything;
Groping about, sometimes frantic
…….often timid…….
Emerging again into the light,;
Singing the song of my own sufferings
Looking for the goodness
Inherent within my longings.