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What the Trees Say

Feather trees whisper a blessed new year to you all!


Transformation

Fears and tears
in the sunshine
of April
“The cruelest month”
New life
overcomes
the death
of winter
and with it
its hope
of escape
in dying
Can’t it
just end
Samsara
No poetry
No muse
No spirit
Oh, April,
the killer
month
The Soul
Snatcher
The menacing
life force
that most
revel in
kills my
will
to join
in the spirit
of rebirth
I see only
the cruelty
of Samsara

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April raindrops
dry tears
and Spring clouds
sooth
my parched soul
and bring back
will and spirit
to join
the living
once again.

 


The Grace of Presence

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Oh, God,
your gentle breezes
caress my physical form.
I have been sick,
Pill sick
Mentally sick
Soul sick
for so long,
Overwhelmed by fear,
selfish concerns,
physical ills.
What has changed today?
How come today
I can see beyond the self
To the Self?
Is it so mundane
as to be due to a coolness waft of air?
Or is it a taste of infinity?
A wormhole to your realm?
An undeserved dollop of grace?
You are inside always
and yet so often I cannot feel you
at all!
And I lapse into despondency,
anxiety,
preoccupation with the self,
the person,
the ego.
Why today can I see Thee
In the galaxy of stars within?
Why today?
How can I keep this view
Of you?
Despite problems, illness,
please take me over,
please let me see
Thee daily within.
Please let me love you
and all who live
with wild abandon
and the diamond dazzle of compassion,
without restraint.
Tears cleanse
make amends
for my many sins,
Oh, Zephyr of air,
wafting with the perfume
of the Divine
that permeates
all.
Please stay
forever in my heart,
and blow away
fears and tears
and usurp
the self forever!


The Secrets of Winter

DSCN3570_edited-3Sweet winter melancholy

assuages my soul

with its

bare branches 

reaching Godwards

and 

its subdued light

speaks of the Almighty

in silent whispers

that are drowned out by sunlight

and the mania of summer.


Distressed Beauty

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Coming Unglued

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“My Eyes are Leaking”

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The world a watery blur

one less source of joy and laughter

on this ailing earth

a delight to so many

in so many ways

“My eyes are leaking”

(Robin Williams as the alien on “Mork and Mindy”)


Light Works

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Light transforms the bare landscape of winter
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To the delicate greens of early Spring
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To the deep greens of the height of summer
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and sets our gaze on the wondrous contemplation of light
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Light is all.
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Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam
sings on the spiritual
aspects of light…

The Cycle of Life

Youth unfolding


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in the bright sunlight

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 blossoming in shade

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‘tainted’ by age

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becoming fragile

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the delicacy of death

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From an old Dahlia series, attempting  to show the robust beauty of new life as it grows older,  finally reaching the unsung beauty of death.


The Reign of Pain

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Tears,years, fears, pain, pane, rain, car, far, are you there, somewhere?

I can’t hear you.  I can’t see you.  I can’t feel you.  Any more.

Why did you have to die?  Why did you have to go?

Your kids bleed for you, you know.

Your wife aches for you, you know.

I pine for you, you know.

Your absence is our has been.

Attachment our sin.

And in this reign

of pain we fail

we ail

each in our own ways.

It may be a thin veil

 that divides our souls but

why then does it feel like an iron curtain

 creating the great divide

between our being and your nothingness?

(Written for the three year anniversary of my brother’s death.)


Through a Glass Darkly

RSCN2974_edited-2Ilness has stolen my words and clouded my vision, but not killed my hope that a new diagnosis and treatment will fix what has been broken a long time.  Hope to be back to regular reading of favorite blogs, commenting and writing posts soon.

 


Point of View

 

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It happens

every now and again

a psychotic break

reality blurred

thinking slurred

torrents of

uncried tears

MAJOR fears

choked inside

unable to open the door

to walk in the sun

or talk to someone

and then…

it passes

at least for this time

fractured mind

heals

and I emerge

purged

of demons

shaken but

crawling back

out of the dark

blinded by light

laden with guilt

over is it

unjustified anger

and justified hurts

or justified anger

and unjustified hurts

or no justification

just endless conflation

of swirls of emotion

that feed the

desire to die

I come

creeping back

confused lack

of any cohesion

into the world

of  “reality”

or Maya

depending on

one’s point of view.


Prayer of Despair

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Oh God,

where art thou?

I feel Thee not near me

clouds obscure Thy light

fields lie barren like my soul

Love was in my heart

but I feel it not

all is obscured

Pain and illness

shroud all light

in shadows of darkness

joy but a faint memory

as the mountains

in the grey distance

hope is out of season

bountiful is despair

a sin

yes

I sin the sin of darkness

and wish I could blend

into the greyness

and retire

into nothingness

Oh God,

forgive my ingratitude

for my many blessings

now shrouded in the night

so I can no longer see

Come to me

breathe life into my soul again

and let me see Thy Light

let me see love again

it was there

how does it seem to vanish

and take with it all hope

for why else is there to live?


Feathery Fog

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(Click on image to enlarge)

January trees

please and tease

their feather-arms

 tickle the skies

gratify the eyes

 their lattice work branches

the soft, silky brush strokes

of a winter masterpiece


Homefulness

Sheltered from the rain

our house in view

how lucky we

to have a home

a shelter

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sheets of rain

storm

blurring October

but focusing on gratitude

for a home to go to

when the rain lets up

a shelter

our nest

an illusion of security

I’ll welcome

in my world of delusions.


Stages of Being

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Beauty in Life

September 1

In denial

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Death in Life

October 1

Forboding

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Beauty in Death

November 1

Acceptance

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Afterlife

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SILENCE


“Words Can Sting Like Anything”*

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Cool clean cut lines

of cold hearted slashes

gashes of color

 drawn blood

sweat beads of  fear

you didn’t mean

you didn’t know

how far your words

would go

to hurt.

* Title from the poem by Phyllis McGinley on silence.


Barn Window Reflections

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We live in a dream world the  Hindus call “Maya”

 All is illusory–

a cosmic dream from which we will awaken

when we die.

 Just as a baby may think

it is the “end”

of  life as he knew it

when he is being shuttled through the birth canal

while being born,

so, too, we may think it is the end

when we are dying

to this world of delusion.

 But we will be born to something real,

something just beyond the veil of illusion

in which we are so enmeshed during this “life” as we know it.

 

“When we awaken in God we shall realize that mortal life is only a picture made of shadows and light, cast on a cosmic movie screen” ~ Paramahansa Yogananda


ApPAIRition

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apparition

 

This is the keynote piece from my new series called “ApPAIRitions” in which I explore the relationships between different views of the world.   I have 20 of them which I hope to display at some point.  They are diptychs and there  are few triptychs as well.


Springtime Blues no.3

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I am tres desolee

today

spring blossoms

morph to snow

when drained of color

against a grey sky

as I morph to lows

after a false high


Vibratory Connections

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The reverberations of love

jump across time and space

to another receptive heart.

 

The reverberations of suffering

resound around the earth

picked up by open souls in prayer.

 

The reverberation of aum

sacred sound of the universe

pulses through meditating mind.

 

Love brings the possibility of loss

suffering brings a totality of pain

Aum brings the reality of God within.


That Extra Squeeze

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Hold your dear ones a little closer today

Give them an extra squeeze as you say goodbye

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Rejoice in making their breakfasts

and doing their dishes

and mending their socks

or working in a job you hate

to keep them

housed, clothed and fed

For the work you do means

they are still alive

*

The horror of terror

has struck again

on our soil

What is de rigeur

in other countries

has happened here

and shaken us

out of our complacency

Terror “there”

is now terror “here”

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Hold your dear ones a little closer today

Give them an extra squeeze as you say goodbye

For after yesterday

many cannot

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And pray for the first responders

and their families

the unhailed heroes of our land

who face bad odds everyday

*

Hold your dear ones a little closer today

Give them your blessing as you say goodbye

For each goodbye could be the last

has always been true

but terrorism has taken that truth

and shoved it in your face

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Hold your dear ones a little closer today


Swarms

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The attack

not killer bees

nor locusts

nor hornets

nor any insect

but the contents

of the mind

 

Tied up in knots

not safe

not secure

not strong

not peace

 

Sick with

the plague of fears

negative thoughts

insidious

invidious

poison

killing  joys

bringing tears

of pain

and loss

and grief

 

The swarms cloud the sun

taking away the Light

and all it enraptures

attacking

the very source

of life

Love


Traveling Through Violet

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Light moves

silently

stealthily

surreptiously

in the dark violet

of nightfall

reflections

of phantasms

fill the windows

for I am full of fear

in the silent hum

of darkness