Saturday, May 20, 2017

Beauty Among Us



 Beauty Among Us

Amongst the earth
Amongst the stones
Beauty blossoms
And carries on
The truths that we all know within
A simple saunter, a gentle whim
Is often the only thing we need
It’s good to know
It’s good to succeed
Yet the only thing we really need
Is to love and to be loved
Love is really our only way
And love always shows up in beauty
It always shows up with hope
Amongst the earths
Amongst the stones
Amongst the anger
Amongst the drones
Beauty blossoms
And carries on
There is always a beauty amongst us

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Sense Eternal



Sense eternal
there seems to be a place where I live
yet I cannot seem to dwell there
I cannot seem to breathe the air there
all the while smoldering in this sordid heat
and dryness, dark and dust
I live in a land of angels and oceans
Streaming rivers, birds in flight
Mists dancing with the mountains
Where words are never enough
You have to breathe in the beauty
For it just becomes a part of you
I feel it in the depths of me
I know I am there
I can feel the colors, the sounds 
The movements of the symphonies eternal
yet I can still smell the dust, the heat
Instead of running through golden fields of wheat
I simply sit here and yearn for more
I refuse to live in an unending chore
But rather dwell in the beauty
Knowing that it must flow forth from me
Water for the trees
Healing for the nations
Joy and hope and deep libations
Of all that is good and real
there seems to be a place where I live
I simply have to dwell there
or maybe rather let it dwell in me

Recalibrate



Recalibrate
Sometimes when I feel like life is just one hassle after another
I have to stop and look at places like this
Realizing that there are things and places that have been here so much longer than a moment
Things that will go on in their beauty for so much longer than I will ever dream
There is beauty and there is mystery in every thing
I just simply have to choose what I choose to see
I simply have to choose what I choose to believe
I simply have to breathe in the mountain air and remember
What it is that truly makes me alive…

There now….I thrive

Monday, May 8, 2017

Violet Still



Violet Still

We rest here
Violet spirits amongst steel gray chains
The interlocking of humanity
Amongst the confines of metal earth
We seem so ethereal here
Because we are
Bringing beauty to a place of woven barriers
These so called borders
That do nothing but impede our way
Yet our beauty will always have its say
Our majesty will always point to the path
Of life and love and tragedy
Of pain, of joy, of comedy
All of those roots that feed us life
We shine for now, now comes the night
We are still

We are still

Everlasting

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

The Choosing

The Choosing
I’m at a place of mental exhaustion
And that’s a very humiliating thing for me to say
I’ve always been proud of my ability to handle adversity
Chaos, struggle were great unknowns
Now I find myself hardly able to remember my name
Is this the way it must be when all is the same
When all is a frenzied rendition?
Maybe so
Maybe not
I refuse to enter the world of dry rot
The place where all is a beggar
The place where all one seeks is pleasure
Where all one finds is pain
I am not going there
I rather decide to see what is before me
A rising sun, a setting moon
A simple lunch I take at noon
These things brings a spark of the grateful into my soul
This is a step toward me being whole
Simply being thankful for the good around me
I understand there is frantic and frenetic maelstrom
But I also know there is dancing and music
So I choose to imbibe in the latter
Relishing a glass of California wine
Listening to the weavings of the Ponderosa pine
Allowing beauty to alter my course


I can feel the breezes from the oceans

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Refractions



Refractions
Are You only found in simplicity
Or is it only in complexity?
Could it possibly be a “both” and an “and”
That brings us to the touch of a Father’s hand
Could it be my eyes are so close to me
That I cannot see the good that sets me free?
I sense the fears, the angers, the distractions
Not knowing the hopes that release the refractions
Sending the light in tens of thousands of directions
More colors than I could ever know
Whether I take it in, in its glorious context
Or whether I take it in fully without
There is still a hue, a vague, a shade, a glimpse
That brings a bright spark back in to my DNA.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

The Voice


The Voice
I dream of days, I dream of ways
Where I do not have to enter into this incessant wandering
This amassing of graves between worlds of reality and fact
And the realms of reality and truth
These things I have wrestled with since my youth
Seeing the dragons get all the stronger
I still face them though I wander
between the place of courage and of fear
I sit amidst the lovely violets here
Just watching from a distance

I seek a grand but notorious gaze
a Voice that lives amongst blue-green eyes ablaze
These stories wrap around my mind
I cannot grasp such things sublime
Yet grasp them is exactly what I do, I must
Reach deep within to find the vessels of trust
That lead me to my pleasures
These things are so much more than treasures
They are rather more than things
Rather more on angels’ wings
They fly beneath my feet to greet me
All the while I look above while seeking
Those things that cannot be known or seen

I hear the whispers of gentle giants
I feel the tethering of a meek compliance
Knowing I cannot meet these ways
These ways that just lead all astray
Yet promise a sure deliverance
I also cannot yield to happenstance
Nor can anyone else for that difficult matter
For space is nothing but mindless chatter
if it truly had no beginning

I see the red roofs on those distant shores
The winding, writhing tales and lore
which break into my musings
All hair, all skin, all dark accusing
Just bristle in the sunlight
To speak of love so forthright
Is the answer to all these breathings

I cannot come into the forms and worries
Yet I cannot leave them ever since
I yield to the mysteries of unfathomable furies
With not a skip of heartbeats hence

I yield to the mysteries of unfathomable furies
With not a skip of heartbeats hence

So where does this all lead?  So where does this all go?
I think it goes where no one knows
But it does go into the knowing
The place where our listless souls are growing
In the green room of our past neglect
The pictures of our contorted wrecks
are turned into sound and life and beauty 
This happens right before our eyes
We listen and are mesmerized
by things we cannot hear nor see

In the listening I am free

It is in the listening I am free

I hear the Voice