Crispy

 Crispy-skinned humans

basting on white broiling sands

forgot last year’s pain.

 

© allengdec 2022

6.9.2022

Origami Hero's Horse

Origami horse

frozen in metal and paint

soaring in clear air.

 

© allengdec 2022

6.6.2022

Origami

 

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

 

© allengdec 2022

Who Am I

 

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 Rise of Dawn

 

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.

Somer is a Comin'

 

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.

Beyond The Veil

 

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

Silence

 

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.

Technicolor

 

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.

Awake

 

Awake and rested

in the blue morning twilight

his paw taps gently.

Shut it off!

 

Shut it off…

Shut it out!

The chaos burns

like acidic tears

upon my cheeks.

 

Shut it off!

But no – I can’t

I need to know

to see

so I can pray

and say

as much as I can

to soothe the burn.

 

Chaos is ramping up

like a runaway train

or pilotless plane.

But don’t give up the good.

We’ve already seen it

played in dramas, books and song

foretelling the end

of this great civilization

despite the voices of prophets

despite the warnings of seers

despite the efforts of peacemakers

chaos still affronts

all continents

all countries

all tribes

all neighborhoods

all families

all lives.

 

Can chaos be healed?

(chaos is a natural part of reality,

but how much violence can one stomach?)

How about climate change?

drug trafficking?

human trafficking?

healing mental health?

healing selfish minds?

 

Chaos

like a ball rolling down its lane

it will meet its end

in a violent explosion

scattering the good

generations have built

to honor human ingenuity

injected in us by God

to purpose our reason for being.

 

Men are not created equal ---

Brains filter reality according to

their organic programming,

and souls too often

are slaves to their filters

until they wake up

to the truth ---

you are only senses for God –

myriad combinations of DNA

filtering reality in this

grand hologram of wonder and change.

 

What a world!

What a world!

Prepare your water cannons

of kindness and succor.

The wicked witch

stirs in the shadows.

Why? --- for the drama of it all.

Keep the faith.

 

agd 4.19.2022

Waiting For Dawn

 

Waiting for Dawn

she takes her time

to reveal the glory

of a new day

the blinding light of Glory

     in a New Day

the heart swells with awe

     this New Day

bubbling with Joy

slathered in Hope

dripping with ecstatic Light

    this New Day

if only you have eyes to see

and ears to hear

and a heart to gather

every shard of the butterfly’s

shattered wings.

 

He did it --

He showed us The Way

Just follow –

Just do it ---

Change the channel.

 

agd 4.17.2022 Easter

 

 

Be Still

 Be still and know

I AM

There is no other.

I am One

In the heavens above

(and there are many)

and in every atom and quark of matter

I am you

You are me

Love with all your heart

your neighbor and yourself

for you are my purpose for being.

In the silence of the matrix

the world awaits

the courageous traveler

to extract and share newness of being.

and bring heaven to earth

As above, so below.

agd 4.15.2022