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Sunday, March 27, 2016

only to be read








only to be read...

written the name in the ripple of water -
in the pebbles in the hand of a small child
tossed skittering in the air ... written the
name in the phantoms melted in risen day-
light - filamented words floating as smoke 
across the face of the moon smiling - in the 
crooked limbs of the three who lead straight
to the shimmered Source of one and all - 
each and every - written the name - to read -
to be - to call out in the chorused clamor of 
connection collected in a common language 
of peace - of joy - of love - written the name ....
that needs no name ...






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Sunday, March 20, 2016

Consigned to collapse - they stand

Consigned to collapse – they stand

they stand – what were they -whirling
atoms - consigned somehow to those
particular bodies – they stand – con-
signed by the virulence of unholiest
hatred to the edge of collapse –some
to tumble over – they stand –some in
the soft dust of ash - some stumbling
through the finally opened gates –they
stand -some now flown to shine – star-
light in the sky – they return pushing
stones from their graves born to tell a
story that should have been but a tale
of caution – they stand strong and tall
their line circling this world – the Source
shining in the eyes of the newly born –
They stand – the cycle of self continues
their atoms inviolate and firm – perhaps
one or two floating off to still a hand lifted
in hatred – a heart aching in loss – they
stand behind us, with us, before us –
watching-
standing
They…


Sunday, March 6, 2016

Oblivion






Oblivion  

game time over ... call in the small child -
darkness is falling - the ancient story spills-
errant sparks fly from the hearths as mothers
hold the ground in solid strength - there a soft
velvet child and then another spin away - the
Spirit shudders - defiant they soar on wings-
still-wet ... game time over - the mothers call
to each of their small spun sugar children now
soaring grown into their own amethyst dreams -
bon voyage ...

Oblivion 2 & 1




Oblivion 2.

"Play time is over" - calls mother to small child -
darkness tips ready to fall - she calls waiting for
a fast patter - soft arms flung about her her neck -
excited chatter - "Play time is over.  Come in -
the nearly navy night flicks sparks of last day-
light falling to ground a glint here and there her
voice leeching strength - Defiant, spirit rousing
she exhales, stands tall and calls into the empty 
now navied night -"Play time is over. Come in
now." In the marrow of her bones she knows - 
her child now gone grown - flown on velvet wings 
soaring in-to starlight - her small child joining all 
spun-sugar others sparkling molten light in night
She leans loose limbed against hearth, feet on ground
door unlocked - letting her eyes finally fall to story -
to the ancient amethyst dreams of mothers calling fast
vanished days of small soft children flown, grown gone...
Come
play
home
again...








... and on the previous day a different perspective ..from these whirling words...



Oblivion  1. 

game time over ... call in the small child -

darkness is falling - the ancient story spills-
errant sparks fly from the hearths as mothers
hold the ground in solid strength - there a soft
velvet child and then another spin away - the
Spirit shudders - defiant they soar on wings-
still-wet ... game time over - the mothers call
to each of their small spun sugar children now
soaring grown into their own amethyst dreams -
bon voyage ...