Hope springs up as a hardy tulip,
Colors of red and yellow and purple,
My vision is lousy with them-
My nose, filled with the scent of hope-
With the vibrations of new life;
And then, sinking low into the brown
Cold earth, down deep into the darkness,
My voice yet grows,
Flowing through the birth and rebirth
Of eternal hope, forever damned
To smell the freshness of what might be,
Lingering upon the soft edges of beauty,
Until the season turn again
To cut down my perennial blooms of thought
And magic… browning their edges with
Summer’s hot sun…
Tag: poetry
Dreams; silent wisdom
Silent voices, singing ancient tunes-
Far back within the folds of
My memories; I wander within this dream
As a passenger, seeking, noticing, feeling
As the waves of wisdom wash over me
I heed the call from a thousand voices
To be! To simply sit within the quiet peace
Listening so softly to the needs of me
To the depth of my being
To the length of my heart, now beating
Within this moment, seeds are growing
Beneath me, within this beating heart
So green…
I linger here now, floating among the clouds
Of my dreams; to capture the melodies
That slowly drift by me
Heart
Green flesh pulsates beneath
This chest
My hands reach inside to cradle
A beating heart,
To energize the love that swings
Between ego and soul;
Balance learned so long ago…
Inside this heart bleeds truth,
And freedom from loss,
This beating, beating heart,
This massive flow….
I appreciate your kindness
This swell
Emotion’s swell took me under
Many lifetimes ago-
My body fighting, grasping,
Longing for breath
From the thick roiling waters
Into which I fell…
Ladders of light falling from
My heart, releasing whispers
Of things I’d already known;
Thru this light my eyes followed
Until my body arrived back in
This space and time,
Clinging to the calling of the
Water that drowned my soul-
I’m heading now up the mountain,
My head attached to the moment
As it flows
This thread
Energy spreads across
my field of vision
Like wildfire, like sparks popping,
Like stars in the night sky-
Music behind- melodies
Of days, sung upside down
And full of mystery,
A single thread to bind me-
Asleep, awake… turning turning
Until which is the right side up?
No more longing.
That which has passed remains yet
Woven into the tapestry of this energy
Forever singing
Forever mindful and present
I touch my past like a delicate flower
Loving care is the color of my thread
Dreams
The veil between worlds is thinning
Spirit guides are appearing
Structures are being built on the other side
Chimes are ringing
Swimming with sharks, without being eaten
Pay attention to your dreams
It’s still you singing
Swimming in space
Between worlds, Eyes awake
Visions float before me
Feelings speak instead of words
My soul is heard
As my heart is speaking
For a lost man
He was felled by his demons
Now his eyes lay vacant
Vandalized, lost to the ravages
Of times passed
As weeds grow up his sallow face
And graffiti lines his drooping body
Oh light! Would that I ask you to
Return to such a sorry man
On the wings of hope
So that this poor lifeless creature
Lingering on the edges of the present,
Dwelling in the darkness of death,
Writhing within the fires of his own making,
Might find a home again within your
Warm embrace…
Pity his soul, as he slowly falls away
From understanding
Dust and ash
The sky is crumbling,
Swirling and falling…
Sun’s despair cuts darkness
Through light-
Raining bits of nothing like
Golden tears inside night;
This heart: lost to a melody
Whispered before this life,
Hidden away from the ravages of time,
Hidden away from sight….
And now, this sky is falling,
Crumbling raindrops
Upon this body of mine
Dust and ash, leave nothing
Behind…
Change
The ground shifts
Change nears
Fear grips the pain
Holding on so very tight
Mountains are opening now
Secrets spill onto the ground
Darkness covers and wallows
Oozing night…
What was solid has liquified
Forever altering
Upon which I stand
Until golden waves of hot change
Wash my slate clean
One amidst the many
Oh love! You linger upon my
Skin as sweet perfume
With each in breath i consume
And each out breath I relinquish
Such is the dance of love
Such is the music we compose
Upon the dark matter of the heavens
Such is the flow, bright, now dim
Like breath itself, upon this soul
I linger within, waiting for completion
So I may return again to your
Embrace, to your sweet flex
Of in and out, light, now dark,
And find repose as one, amidst the many
the SIBYL'S SONG 