Song and dance

Go into the world the angels said,

and make a song and dance;

reveal your truth.

And what a song we sing each

one of us, what notes do soar

through veins and soul and 

brain, the low, the high, the

muted and the hum, the trill,

the warble, as we do become.

 

And what a dance we do each

one of us, that waltz inspired

as cells and blood entwine,

and step in perfect rhythm,

side by side, where Self is

made material in mind.

Go into the world the angels said,

and make a song and dance;

reveal your truth.

Dwelling

The walls surround and sets in place the shape of home,
above, below, each side is holding solid hands,
wherein we live and make our place, reside and reconcile;
somewhere to hide where we do not feel so alone.

Bricks and mortar, timbers hewn, and glass will be in place,
illusion of some certainty, endowed with all its form,
and yet the soul cannot be held in dwelling such as this;
the house is just a song in time,  a brief material grace.

Dance of life

Dance of life fantastic,

Invisible but clear,

The minuet of atoms,

As world is so  revered.

Gift in the curse

The gift of intuition 

 is often full denied, 

by mind and the material,
by what we do decide.

And yet it is the heart which 

speaks in feelings and in sense;

revealing truths that we deny;
the soul's wise competence.

There's much which is not rational,

that cannot be explained,

and yet this knowing is the source
of wisdom sure regained.

The words unspoken hold a power,

a gift, presentiment, which draws
us toward common sense;
and guides us in the present.

It takes enormous courage,
to trust these inner words,
of whispered faint imaginings-
against mind's shouted curse.

But once we take the leap,
we find that heart is fully bound,
in leading us to greater truths;
to firm and surer ground.

Remember when the curse

appears, that hidden truly deep,

will be a gift of something;

the choice is yours to keep.

And even when a gift presents,

remember that it holds,

in light and certain surety,

a curse which will unfold.


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Mind in the material

Soul wept tears of blood as life drained slow,
the instrument of love did tear the flesh so deep,
as if the stars had written silent codes, destiny
determined, the aim to surely, slowly teach,
those secrets which the Self could find as gifts
in pain; that fortune found in suffering where
angels do ignore grief's petition, and heart's
needs, where innocence must weep in silence,
no matter how much justice thundered, or
integrity was subdued by the fickle hands
of fate, devoid of heart and compassion, no
solace to be found, torment branded deep
in bone, as hope lost breath and trust did
shiver, hurt was cracking sternum, opening up
the cavity, that memory could fall with black,
singed plumes and spirit pushed at the edge
of brittle shell, like nautilus, yearning for release,
and the afterlife, where the past, like rust had
crystallized, decayed and dark, and future
held horizon, shining, watered, that hidden delta
of possibility, as the watching god in fecund pose,
held tightly closed the aperture which led to paradise:
so was the mind entwined in this material world.


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Rosyln: blood, life, soul
Annell: instrument, tear, flesh
Misky: code, written, aim
Jules Paige: secrets, fortune, gift
Marian: petition, needs, innocence
Elizabeth: silence, thundered, subdued
Benjamin (Poetry Shack): fickle, heart, branded
Grace: bone, breath, shiver
Nicole: sternum, afterlife, nautilus
Hannah: plumes, crystallized, rust
Irene: delta, fecund, god
Ms. Pie: aperture, paradise, entwined

Siblings

Each is sown from the same seed,
nurtured in changing seasons,
different soils and source do
cradle beneath rains light, heavy
or non-existent; shadows dark,
bright, sunshine heady and
powerful or diminished into
grey, clouded days and nights;
voices raised, or whispered,
faces shining, joyful, or now,
lowered, desperate, saddened;
so are the forms and shapes,
the hearts and minds, brought
into being in that garden where
siblings all must work and play.

You were mine

Your eyelash settled on dusted cheek
and rose and fell in silent sigh,
as breath and beat held sleeping court
and skin surrendered to the sheets,
with whispered tones of almond and honey.

I watched, held court, with time’s assent,
that rise and fall of chest and belly,
in wonder at the touch and feel,
of love made manifest in life.

You slept, not seeing what I saw,
nor hearing gentled tones of sound,
which sleep allowed escape and cause;
reminded me of what I had.

The dawn had given form to shape,
had filled the vision lastly felt,
and drawn my eyes to deeper truths,
which lay in languorous, light salute.

And in that moment, you were mine,
in all that life could offer up;
a holding fast to absolutes –

illusion smiled at both of us.

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