Listening to the Wind

Listening to the Wind

Sometimes it’s best just to sit here listening

The sound of the Spirit moving in the silence

Anticipation in the air

The samplings of a gourmet chef

With all the smells and whistles

None of the thorns and thistles

But a balancing nonetheless

I break from far-off weary dreams

To embrace this quiet lull that seems

As nothingness is the norm

Yet the violent wind of storm

Awakes me to the difference

I listen, calmer, deeper still

While the windowpane is shaking

I carry on to the throne of God

Where everything is breaking

Where everyone has entered dance

Where no friend is forsaking

It is the best world of them all

For no fright is resting there

It is the greatest world of all

Only love is resting here

I am awakened to the difference

There is no end it seems

To this place of living, immortal dreams

Where colors are tasted

Great is delight

Where sights are mere wonders

Never is night

Except where sons do not shine

Once again, I am awakened to the difference

The Wings

The Wings

A stirring…

Oh, I feel a stirring

Just as the butterfly wing brings on the typhoon

The wings of the Spirit are moving; the Wind does resume

Those winds sweep across the universe

He is swooping and soaring and we do the same

When we enter into the glory of the incomprehensible Name

The Spirit’s great talons are sharpened and shine

They pierce all that is yours; they pierce all that is mine

A stirring

A whirring

Now all is blue, All is orange

Shifting, moving, Mystery in bodily and spiritual form

This, this is what is the norm

Are you ready for the twists and turns?

Are you ready for the ride?

Are you ready to fly through the portals and the nebulae?

And gather all of that inside

Simply so it may be released, simply so it might be contained

Simply so that in the desert there can be a pouring of Mighty Rain

Watching the creating, watching what is to be

Sensing, moving, being still

In the place where I am free

I feel the breeze upon my face

K, Duane Carter 1-16-10

The Shore

I often wonder if I am a wave on the shore

Wanting to go just a little further

But there is something that says, “No more”

And I just quietly go back to where I came from

Mingled in with everything else like me

I wait for the power and the force of the wind

I determine that I will try this again

But this time I will not do so alone

I hear the sound of the boat that groans

Against the force of the coming gale

I now am riding with the breeze

I determine to reach the heights with ease

And I am carried even beyond my sight

And notice I am filled with peace and delight

I am resting in a place much further on than I expected

And it all came from the place where I rested

And waited on the wind

Wow, I might have to do this again…

K, Duane Carter 8-28-10   

Trilogy

Trilogy

Light
I see the shadows shifting
Moving across my window pane
The dancing of light in moving motion
It travels down the lane
The moving speaks of time and times
That sing and dance all around
Just what you think is moving up
Is really coming down
As His goodness showers us all

Wind
I cannot see You, I cannot see You
Yet I see You move in what You do
The swaying branches, the rustling leaves
The golden harvest in browning sheaves
The movements, the motions, the sounds, the dance
They level and flatten all mere circumstance
I see You, I see You in all that You do
I see You, I see You making all of me new

Water
The power of droplet, and the cleansing of wave
Universal solvent meets the passion of love
That washes over and over and over again
It cleanses what will be, it cleanses what has been
Even cleansing what is and what is now
Though I know it with my brow
I still cannot comprehend, no, I still cannot comprehend
But I drink it in.

I drink it in

K. Duane Carter
3-19-09