Death by Air

Day 8 - Poetry Challenge

Death by Air

Earth has been tousled

by fire (asteroids),

by earth (quakes),

by water (flood),

and now …

Great winds,

Air turmoiled,

furious atmo.

deviled weather,

all continue to threaten,

continue to weaken,

continue to test and challenge.

Our breath's need

defiled by our own

miraculous chemicals

and harmful gases.

Mother is concerned.

Her gentle breath

to clean the Earth

is a devastating storm to us.

What is to come?

The Voice

What I tell about 'me' I tell about you
The walls between us long ago burned down
This voice seizing me is your voice
Burning to speak to us of us. 

- Rumi

"45"

He's not the idiot

I think he is.

No, no, he's clever,

very clever,

insidious, in fact,

a first-rate Know-it-all,

but myopic in vision.

Everyone has an opinion.

Keep 'em guessing, he thinks,

See if they can get it, he thinks,

and by the time and if they get it,

the pie is already arcing

toward its target.

Loki has been loosed upon our continent.

The comedy is in progress

for a first-season run.

Bowling?

Gray, weeping skies,

No sun to squint my eyes.

A flash, a crash, and booms

shaking the walls, the rooms.

"God's bowling again," Dad said.

"Be careful He doesn’t hit you on your head!"

Spring again!

Spring Again!

The hues of Spring

soothe the eyes

with greens only

Nature can devise.

'Tis the waking

of the Ents,

sap surging,

not one creature relents.

And as the eye focuses

to take in Spring's light,

Red Bud, magenta Red Bud,

Beautiful Red Bud

salves my eyes

with delight.

Tell Me a Story

Day 4 - Tell Me a Story

Tell me a story, he said

My brain froze.

Tell me a story, he said;

Explain how it goes.

Just any story won't do,

But a story true,

One about you,

Something you knew

That changed your life.

All righty, then:

Glued and polished wood,

strings and levers,

Sounded by fingers

plucking never

could have thrilled my soul

as any story told.

Selah.

Day 3 - History

History

Building the story

is a worthy project

worked by bards and poets,

by artists and sculptors,

by saints and neurotic prophets.

Known history is only an outline,

the memories of the star-souls,

yet are all lives and moments

worthy to be remembered, by far,

because all Life matters.

So, where are the rest of the memories?

Who records?

They may not be here in stone, paper or bytes.

Yet none is lost - not a moment -

All is archived in the collective Akashic,

catalogued in the mind and heart of God.

So, when history dies,

no one will mourn it.

Open Mic at Selah

Many voices,

Ancient songs

of God and chile',

A new song

of peace and hope,

we sat awhile.

Sounds forged into words,

Words welded into thoughts,

Thoughts broadcasting ideas

to seekers poised to understand,

and all filtering the truths

to fit each bundled Life.

Truth, for a moment,

in the spotlight.

Selah

Fool's Day

Fool's Day

As the sun rises

a dewy breeze wafts,

awakening Life to choral reprises.

Today is a new day,

yet to be lived,

Telling its story, come what may.

Tethered, yet free,

I will rove over the earth,

a-wonder at every bird and tree.

And when comes its end,

Thanks shall I give,

And to each I have met, a prayer I will send.

Can you hear me now?

Who's Listening?

Who really listens to

Buddha or Jesus,

Lao Tzu or Krishna?

They did not tell you

to light candles and incense,

to kneel beaten with pain,

to curse the world

and hope for heaven,

to build grandiose houses

for a God who needs no house.

They teach one thing:

"Love one another,"

and all that entails.

Because Love is the core of Life,

and the practice of

compassion builds and respects,

and releases creative purpose,

and engenders peace.

The wonder of this universe

is the Song of God's creative purpose,

and I, too,am a song

in the cosmic symphony.

Since Love is Lord

of heaven and earth,

how can I keep from singing?

Wisdom

   “When we quit thinking primarily about ourselves and our own self-preservation, we undergo a truly heroic transformation of consciousness.”

― Joseph Campbell 

Worthy Contemplation

 Lk 6:36-38

Jesus said to his disciples:
"Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.
Stop judging and you will not be judged.
Stop condemning and you will not be condemned.
Forgive and you will be forgiven.
Give and gifts will be given to you;
a good measure, packed together, shaken down, and overflowing,
will be poured into your lap.
For the measure with which you measure
will in return be measured out to you."

The Wine of Divine Grace

The wine of divine grace is limitless:
All limits come only from the faults of the cup.
Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.
Grant a great dignity, my friend, to the cup of your life;
Love has designed it to hold His eternal wine.

- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi