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Morning

While I lay restless dreaming

Moon slipped behind the mountain

Still I trust she was there

I am a reliable witness to events past

Therefore—

In the lambent light of this new morning

Remnants of my vivid dreamscape linger

A part of me remains present there

A mime with an indecipherable message

While I sip cinnamon coffee, breathe slow, read words from my morning text

Then read the same line again to embed

Both there and here

Presence and Absence

Which scene is this then and what act

Who’s offstage to feed my forgotten lines

Is the sky out my window the opening

Or the denouement

Is there a pause feature in this plot

I have questions to answers I think you know

Beginnings and Endings

At the close of each year

I like to reflect upon all

to note what it is I might have learned

before releasing the past forever to

the freedom of prevailing winds

Then I inhale deep and smile

my gaze upon the new year’s opening sky

anticipating the fledgling wonders

unfolding like a boardwalk through

the forest light of future exploring

Endings and Beginnings

Silences between

Gratitude for every moment

Every song and every scene🪶

Is There No Perfection

Who is there to ask

for definitions not yet discovered

A lonely imagination

pausing to look out upon darkest night

What layers comprise

perfection in form or grace or sound

Spirit of winter

Instruments built from ice of frozen lakes

cut from their melancholy depths

Are there screams

echoing from the drawings to surface

Is there acquiescence

breathless upon a reluctant entrance

And why forever

is it never quite good enough to placate

Our perpetual longing

like Alcyon waiting for Ceyx

Who You Become

Poets Storytellers
Artists Musicmakers
Philosophers
Photographers
Dreamers and Teachers

Friends of Animals
Life People
Peace People
Tree People

Dancers and Lovers
Listeners Meditators Seekers Discoverers

Wanderers wonderers
Some otherers
Perpetual curiouserers

All soft stepperers
Sun and Moon and Stars and Galaxies
You and me

On Meditation

Voice of steady calm

deeper then deeper still

Distractions tossing pebbles

soft rain upon windowglass

Drawstrings of a satin bag

closing loosening bound escapees

Crumbs dropping in silence

a straw grass collection plate

All those memory hallways

nebula of evermore faded rainbows

Maybe mindfulness intends

less nothing more everything

Freedom for wandering

fragments thought long gone to dust

To The Living

If you have a bell, ring it

If you’ve a vision, sketch it out

If you’ve a story, speak it

If you’ve an idea, expandexplore don’t doubt

If you’ve a song to sing, sing it

Shine your light

This is your contribution to life

No matter what

No matter who

You alone validate you

A single light in the darkness

Might become two

Where Now Your Story Line

Begin with a thought even if it’s a lie or emerged from a morning dream

Think not of anything but the scratch of lead against paper

Are you one of those whose fingers do not know the feel of a pencil

or the echo in an empty room free of all inspired distraction

Go ahead or run behind but hover always in the moment

for it takes just half a breath before it’s already too late

What have you done with all those memories

abandoned behind a bedroom door when you made your last move

Turn down your light or you’ll alarm the wild life

You’ll need them if you ever want to get out of here.