Green Spring

The myriad greens

of Spring –

fresh, clean,

minty,

ocean foamy,

new ferny,

olivette,

cedarling,

tulip sage,

lowly sedum,

hardy grasses

and more,

and more,

and sooo much more!

agd 4.11.2020

Aging

Aging sucks,

For some…

no pains,

no banes.

For others…

a slow fading,

a sense dimmed,

a strength diminished,

a freedom lost.

Time becomes a swirl

of hours, days, weeks, months

carried along

til the corpus fails

ad I am freed

to return home,

and soar once again

into heaven’s gate.

agd 4.9.2020

Rains

Rain-washed morning

Storm-swept night

a calm breeze

greets the Great Star.

The above-water

floats by,

gray and white

and then --- Blue

Blue skies coming our way.

Starlight illuming my way.

What can I say?

It portends to be

a lovely Spring day.

agd 4.8.2020

Tick Tock

Tick Tick Tick

Tock Tock Tock

an invisible timer

on an invisible fob

invites each generation

to worship the

illusion of time.

There is no tick tick

tock in Nature.

Life is constantly, constantly,

constantly flowing,

arising,

growing,

doing,

dying,

arising again,

birthing,

becoming,

attracting,

repelling,

reproducing,

doing,

dying,

and birthing again,

constantly, constantly,

constantly flowing,

becoming,

an ecstatic, eternal Dance of Life

upon a river we like to call “Time”!

And all within

the Mind of God.    

(I don’t care what you call Her.)

agd 4.7.2020

TuAp7

TuAp7

Green grows the grass

greeting the great star

this mild April morn.

No breeze hinders

the morning chorus –

the chirping redhats

the screeching bluejackets

the whistling chickadees

the trilling warblers ---

and suddenly

a gobbling turkey

hidden in a thicket

greets me –

“Good morn!”

Then, rudely interrupting

roars an iron beast

spewing  toxins,

pushing, gouging the earth

within the cedar grove ---

the sounds of groaning nature ---

splintering wood,

crushing branches,

the scent of cedar blood

and upturned earth

fills the air.

One day it might be

a welcome fragrance,

this cedar and dewy earth –

but today it is

the stench of death and an

audible, odorous genocide

of countless biomes.

For what? I wonder.

agd 4.7.2020

Reality Hacked!

https://medium.com/…/if-reality-is-a-computer-simulation-wh… 

Ok - this is cool - one bottom line revelation is that when we do "new" things in our daily lives, it energizes and promotes more spontaneity and enjoyment of life in general. Think about how a vacation - change of scenery- makes you feel "renewed" - well - usually - if there is no trauma on the vacation! Every "new" direction we take in life redesigns our future toward a greater sense of fulfillment. Don't let :Life get stale for you - there's so much out there to get involved in - and interiorly, the landscape is infinite!

Giving Life

Rejoice not

in another’s death.

Harboring hatred

blasphemes God

who made us all and

every thing that is –

every thing that is.

Good and evil

are judgments learned,

and their contagion

casts away our forgotten bliss

and blurs a life of peace.

Cultures will always differ,

Gods’ names will change,

but the same river of Being

runs beneath all that is,

ever and always,

giving Life,

giving Life.

Rejoice in Life!

and …

when is Rome,

do as the Romans do.

(Adapt to your environs)

agd

I say

a gray day

i can’t say

what it may

foresay.

so I just may

fritter away

a perfectly good day

or I may

run away

to Delaware bay

‘cause the cats

are playing with my feet.

agd 1.3.20

Time

The pyramids were built

one block at a time.

A bracelet is fashioned

one bead at a time.

Bread is prepared

one ingredient at a time.

An almond cookie is consumed

one bite at a time.

A life is lived

one day at a time, mostly.

A day is spent

one hour at a time.

And an hour is counted

one minute at a time.

The minute divides into seconds,

but who is counting?

A second in Your Presence,

   my Beloved,

      is an eternity of Bliss.

Time is a concoction

of the imagination.

All that was

All that is

All that will be

exists Now

in every conceivable array,

right Ray?

Who can fathom this but God?

… and this God is in you.

Sela.

agd 1.2.2020

New Beginnings

Now begins

a new year

a new decade

a new cycle

a new attitude

a new vision

a new challenge

a new purpose

Now begins

new chaos

new order

new work

new responsibilities

new friends

new memories

no more pee pee pads

renewed gratefulness

Deo Gratias

for another day

Pace bene to all

Veni, veni, creator spiritus

-heal our hearts

-fill our minds with wisdom

-guide our hands to help

 and to heal.

Happy New Year!

agd  1.1.2020

It's been a while since I posted anything, but I want to repost a poem from last year. I came across it today and I made some revisions. I think it speaks deeply of the creative process.

What The Bard?

In a world of

stardom and logos,

of sprinting after

fulfillment and applause,

we still search for meaning,

for reasons of being,

and what is.

Too busy for long tomes

and in-depth treatises,

this generation finds inspiration

in the short and concise,

in song and verse

which dredge thru our memories

and confirm our being

and celebrate reality.

The bard unwraps the known world,

drawing hope out of the violence,

drawing meaning out of the hope.

Behind the rhymed words

and carefully crafted verses,

the essence of what is is revealed,

fulfilling the very human need

to connect with the Substrata of Life

in this dimension,

even if not understood,

even if still left with longing for clarity.

The bard journeys ever inward,

past the contradictions of everyday life,

skirting the ghosts of memories,

squeezing past every impending concept

beaming from the sun of the Knower

but yet to be revealed

on this fleshly plane

by some intuitive monad.

Into the cauldron of inspiration

the poet dips his mind

and draws out perceptions yet un-thought of,

and translates into human words their essence,

giving flesh to the bones of dreams,

creating truths out of holograms.

And thus, a thing is created,

a something out of nothing,

a Polaroid of time and existence

to titillate, to warm, to surprise,

to teach, to uplift, to shock,

yes, even to castigate or warn,

but always to share something

which Mind impels the soul and pen

to reveal to a humanity ravenous for meaning -

a thus is birthed a poem.

agd - May 2019