Pools of quiet meaning
There is more to living
Than just breath
or heart beat being
Just as there is more to swimming
Than the ocean
.
Than the fresh water streams
or pools filled with quiet meaning
There is always
more to be
Than being
Just, be!
When : Shadows Come
When the realization casts itself like a line of shadow inbetween
Be it falling fast or out in front with steady meaning
There is no height too high or fear too great
no better time or opportune place
There is only this, the height, the fall
And those opposed who choose to jump from such a height
In truth, the fearless never see their shadow
The fearless never fall
When : Eclipse
When you stand in the doorway
with its brightly lit ray
your curves an eclipse of immaculate dawn
the sight of you alone brings new contrast to day
When : Becoming
When you fight
And you've decided to battle back against the night and it's dying ways
Having seen the light which comes anew
To trump the many lights of ever eave
when you've decide no longer to run but to be
You will become as one with every memory and every hopeful dream
Your childlike self ever dared to dream
Please and thank you
Please
No monument to me be made
or carving placed once I am gone
Please
Instead let my words be a memory of mine
And if they should strike your fancy and must be appreciated
Let it be done so, quickly, quietly, personally
Don't sell out a single stanza (of mind) in the name of me
And what once was mine
Thank you
Coal and ash
Fire is the grandest thing
I've yet to know, and come to burn
with coal and ash and tempered lie
So that after even water turns
So burns the memory within mind
Of back when flickering flames were alive
F i r e water.
For forefather
Fear
no
whole
pages
As
they
hold
no
sway
over
those
who
truly
wish
to
create
In
the
image
of
that
which
first
created
existance
God
Youthful
My Childhood
Born and died on a hook called quietnes
In stillness growing with contemplative reference
Until mellow flowers and cattails calm
Burst into artistic being
And now, having been reborn on the same mountain breeze
My perspective has changed entirely
To adopt the sun, and in moonlight — (to)
Forgive the past her true
For as dirt is dead and dies eternally
The seed breathes and lives on in life and death
To reflect the water on the aspiring breeze
Cabin, breeze, perspective, calm
Tables and breaks
There is a simple joy
To be found
In the quiet sounds
of the night before breakfast
As all the plates are laid
In an equal round
All the juice begs and pleads
to be tasted only eight hours early
when really your only attention goes
To the most flavourful brown
of the columbian joyful coffee grounds
tempting all who prepare for the mornings seep
to not sleep but to dream
of the here and now which is
neither here nor now
Sometimes the morning can't come quickly enough?
Homage to home
Home is where no heart can go
when the ant farm swarms
when the battleground cries
And there are no silent tears left to abhor
Home is a colorful dish in time
Devoured by hunger
Created in kind
And brought with resiliance to [an] opening door
Home is truth and honesty modified
so as to keep home homely
so as to keep those loved once coming
There more
Blood, and heart, and pulse - a circulating tanka
A beating heart can
With many rotations still
Move with wildly
Fast pulsing life blood alive
Yet none but us the wiser
The hardest part I find
The hardest part I find
Is not the looking at
But the looking away
Which torments me
And my memoric mind
So regularly
This is sight
A young fathers prayer (dear God)
I do not wish
to hijack my
family concerns
for my own
comfort or
advancement.
You know
what’s in
my heart.
You know
how concerned
I am for
providing,
when true
provision only
comes from you.
Forgive any
ill placed desire
on my part.
Make me
more concerned
with
representing
you, and less
focused on
trying to meet
any future needs
which I have no
business
thinking about.
Help me trust
in your timing.
In your
placement.
To see only
when you put
green lights
in front of me.
This is not
about me.
Remind me
every day to
make my breath
about you.
Amen
In all directions, until the sea
When will I
Unfold my breath
And with an ocean unleashed
Breathe out water again
When will I
Down to the sea
Like streams of thought
Simply be in all directions
And in movements
Suddenly return to free
When will I
Like streams of thought
Down to the sea
Again
Me, a haiku about being a self focused, self concerned, me
What astonishes
Me the most of all is that
My own concerns are
Weird betweens
What captivates me
Is this strange
Almost weird, directional, place between
When two loves are not but one
And I am stuck there
Neither seen nor inbetween
It is very weird
And am not fond of it
This here