Crispy-skinned humans
basting
on white broiling sands
forgot
last year’s pain.
©
allengdec 2022
6.9.2022
A blog to share a personal experience of the sacredness of Life.
Crispy-skinned humans
basting
on white broiling sands
forgot
last year’s pain.
©
allengdec 2022
6.9.2022
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
©
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.
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
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 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