Christmas
2022
Merry,
Merry
and
Blessed Be
this
season of joy
recalling
what peace could be
shadowed
by the buyers’ spree.
We still
sing the Child
and all givings
mild
as
things are exchanged
and
meals are arranged
in
holiday fashion.
It’s in
the remembrances
of
future memes
where
thought connects
and
gives respect
to past
encounters
that
flood the mind.
What I
have done will fade
things
gifted will disappear
but they
will live in memory,
in
Akasha
to be
recalled in
God’s
good timelessness.
Merry,
Merry
and
Blessed Be!
Two
worlds dancing
Two
worlds romancing
to pull
your heart asunder.
One
world gone mad
for
things to be had
Another world
wishing
for some
God to return,
to kiss it
and make
it better.
But that’s
OUR job, eh?
The star
returns
dispelling
the cold
splashing
its Light
to warm
the heart
to hope
for understanding
and
respect
and
compassion
so that
all Earth’s residents
can
revel in Gaia’s amazing Life,
can have
enough to eat,
and
clean water to drink,
and a
roof to call home.
Two
worlds dancing
to
dispel the cold
to nudge
Nature
to the
coming Spring
--- and
another spin
around
the yellow star.
Merry,
Merry
Blessed
Be
The
Drama continues!
Time to
do my nails --- again.
Christmas
Eve
Christmas
Eve dawns
tiny
birds peck for fuel
beneath
the frosted window
3° F,
even the air is frozen
lacey
white hoar
labored
all night
dancing
abstractly
on the
pane
now lit
by the morning’s star
could
not recreate it
if I
tried
it’s
Gaia’s turn
to
astound us –
once
again.
How does
She DO it?!
Merry,
Merry
and
Blessed Be.
Crispy-skinned humans
basting
on white broiling sands
forgot
last year’s pain.
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allengdec 2022
6.9.2022
Origami horse
frozen
in metal and paint
soaring
in clear air.
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allengdec 2022
6.6.2022
Origami
ref: Museum of the
ShenandoahValley – Winchester VA
“Origami in the Garden” –
Spring 2022
Folded metals
mimic forms
rainbowed horses
prancing thru the glen
cast shadows
of sinewed, metal flesh
on Spring-green grass
reminiscent of
the kingdom’s royalty
proud and strong
masters of the plains
warriors of the free
balancing blades
and cranes
of exaggerated size
these gargantuan origami
will not be crumpled
and trashed
for lack of artistic
value
they are eternal
but the harp’s tones
are plucked
and disappear
into memory
never to be heard again
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allengdec 2022
I wake up at dawn
but that is not me
I clean my body
but that is not me
I feed myself
but that is not me
I care for the cats
but that is not me
I am full of pain
but that is not me
I am tired and alone
but that is not me
I am never alone
I move thru
this ocean of consciousness
as if I really exist
I am not any less
or more
than anything that is
I am That
I AM
The setting sun
never sets
for on the edge of night
it is always rising anew.
Leave the night to rest
step out from the blue twilight
and into the yellow dawn
a new day is on the rise
you are Light
live in the freshness
of a never-ending dawn.
The butchering of Nature
has begun.
Green blood spattered
limbs flung hither and yon
hoppers leap to safety
among the beheaded dandelions
and hacked violets
violence of apathy to be “civilized”
with manicured lawns
and weeded gardens
welcome flags
and creepy gnomes
guarding the stones
and steps
of hearth and home
and the summer pool.
Summer is a comin’
sing it
dance to it
and raise a cup
of autumn’s wine.
I cannot
see
beyond
the veil
cannot
penetrate
the
firewall
that
separates
our
worlds.
But some
can by nature
and some
do
in
hidden spaces
silent
to most
saints
to some of us
whispered
sharings
more
real than not.
What a
gift.
And who
will discover the Hertz
that
connects?
x
The vacuum of Silence
cracks
and music spills into the
still air
waves of sound
washing upon the shores
of matter
you must have evolved an
ear
or no sound is heard
nor heart moved
nor image remembered
the crack will heal
as the waves are sucked
back thru the breach
into the vacuum of
silence.
Multi-striped ,
photo-printed,
artsy Tees
pink pencils,
blue mixers,
red napkins
purple spotted socks
green mugs
teal towels
so much color
a far cry from black and
white TV
and only white T shirts.
