Poetry Written for Now
Still Life
Rock waters pour
delicious and cool
into the pool
bubbling into oneness
Currents subtle and soft
flow in the stillness
morning yoga
aloft sleepy depths
Fern and moss thrive
alive among the moist musty reds and browns
castles
kingdoms
in resting trees gone by
Early Light’s gaze
graces peaks of trees
glances over waking leaves
warming golden pink
becomes a dusty haze
a fine yellow spray
Branches patient bathe
And the lights rise
over slimming silhouettes
a worthy introduction
for full-throated birds
soloists sage
each with a tip-top stage
announcing, welcoming
the arrival of a brand new day
July
When I die
Let it be in July
in bliss
suspended in waves of cicada-song
buoyed in sweet humidity
Let it be in July
mid-morning chirps of birds
not yet in the business of a hot afternoon
sunrise celebration still lingering
tossing remnants of stories and hallelujahs
Let it be in July
Nature vibrant
freshly free shades of green
stark sunlit shapes
blooming color roaring the promise of Leo
Let me lie there in the potent blur of Oneness
that July day,
sweet roses on white picket fences
unhurried buzzing bees
quietly lifting me
honeysuckle
Let me know the Truth -
My lifetime of knowings
embodied in thick Julys
And if it be in December
Let me remember mid-July
Speaking of Angels
We are the new Creators You and Me
Infiltrators from history
here to rewrite the future.
Liberators we can see
where it is we need to be
shaking up what used to be
but can prosper no more.
Forceful in our knowledge
Peaceful in our ways
standing still for no one
we walk to light the days
until the dark is broken
until the sleep is woken
until our words are spoken
we are the Renegades.
Travelers through time we ride a simple wave
long ago it was agreed
that we are here to save
our Mother.
Drifters, dramatic shifters, brothers, sisters,
aggravators, perpetrators
call us what you will
Do not forget however
that we are with you til
the weaving is done
tel we finish
what has begun.
you remember
The candle burns
wavering not
in the stillness of the cave.
All the Earth is Aligned.
Secrets of Destiny
pour silently
trickles down rock,
sweet on the tongues
of those who know
to taste.
in kind
whatever factions form
whatever situations arrive
recognize who responds in kind
to your peaceful way of being.
peaceful ways of being collide
somewhere beyond a glance of eyes
they whisper silent truths inside.
trusted silent echos
say look away
and know
we are weaving
a tightknit force
for unity
wherever we go.