This is what I wish for: to be.
Forever free, forever unbound, forever moving --
and being moved to the shedding of salty human tears
in joy and in sorrow, both of equal value --
accepting when the old tent tears, its contents lost,
scattered over shifting sands in the desert's night wind;
buried by drifting snows in the grey light of the blizzard;
falling to unplumbed depths
through the waves of a stormy sea --
accepting of any new reality sprung
without warning or possibility of preparedness.
I wish for life
to find me where I last fell
to push me up and ever on.
Spirit Wind
It was you who showed me
how to achieve dreams
that seemed beyond my reach;
how you offered me the warmth of your friendship,
the shelter of your love.
Though winter's blues have returned,
I still think back to those passionate times
running free and nude in the warm rains of spring,
and the hot summer sun.
How foolishly I thought I could own you,
could lock your precious love in a treasure chest,
to be buried deep in the sand,
where only I could find it!
I know now that is why you left;
as I walk this shore in emptiness of heart,
wondering if you will ever return,
or find this letter of self-pity I'm sending out to sea
in that wine bottle
we emptied that last night under the stars.
Then Spirit Wind spoke:
“Leave the past to its memories.
The one you lost is gone: she will not return again.
Face the sunrise: sketch an image of a ship
from new dreams and visions blossoming.
Build this ship from tall trees
symbolizing the love you hold
within your heart.
Once you manifest this highest dream,
grab the helm with courage:
I, Spirit Wind,
will certainly fill your sails.
They shall billow out proudly,
setting you free to experience
a new voyage of hope
and the music in the rigging
will be your new song of love.”.
Timeless Serenity
Mountains rise high into the sky
above sunlight filtered mistily
through outspread evergreens.
Birds perched on swaying branches
sing nature's song of renewal
for all things preciously nurtured
within an eternal womb.
Streams fed by rains and melting snows
cascade merrily upon sheer rock walls,
creating crystal pools where life exalts
the beauty of the All in creation:
O! Be refreshed, my soul
within this timeless serenity!
Tranquility
Full with promise
the mountain breeze awakens
the sounds of nature rejoicing
in the birth of a new day!
There is a tranquility here
that lifts the body to great joy;
to pleasing sensations,
and pearls of restful thoughts.
There are visions of peace
while walking softly
through mosses and bracken
under giant trees.
Thus I experience life's bounty
as beauty shed without measure
letting it move my heart
from innocence to understanding.
Thus I experience life's wonder
as wisdom shed without measure,
bringing awareness to innocence,
gently uncovering my sheltered life.
Unthinkable
A deadly assault rifle opens up
on innocent kindergarten children;
another upon young women in a school;
bombs are dropped upon a town.
How can anyone make sense
of apparently mindless slaughter?
Why, why, why?
The question is endlessly asked
and no one wants to hear the answer,
of course - it's so inconvenient.
Man has no understanding: fact;
cannot feel the sacred in life: fact.
But is there more here than meets the eye?
Do we dare give the devil his due?
That man is fascinated with death
needs no proof: history is written in blood -
that man is not adapted to this world
is as equally obvious -
But that being said, begs the question:
what is man
that he cannot live his life in peace
nor leave others to do so?
What is man that he feels compelled
to control all, to kill what he cannot have,
to destroy the beauty offered him
even to ruining his own environment?
Oh, they say man's a sinner
and his revolt against God
is what has made him a murderer
but is there evidence for this?
Surprise: it is likely the other way around:
man was made in the image of his gods
and it was his gods who first of all
brought murder and war to this place:
time to give credit where it is due.
War Games
You are the enemy," a leader says,
"and when we are done with you,
you'll be a blood stain on our soil,
there'll be no rest until peace is restored;
until we rule the land."
Tradition! Such is war:
an orgasm of Olympian proportions,
achieved through the tragedy of blood and death.
What is a war maker but the ultimate bully,
the strong attacking the weak for gain?
To this heartless initiate, it is but a game.
He speaks of peace, he means oppression;
his hands stained crimson; his mind stagnant,
unbearably arrogant.
He would see a world burn,
the innocent die mercilessly,
all but to serve his insane lust.
Too weak of heart, too small of mind,
he would not dare search for peace
through simple understanding:
love still remains the unchallenged territory
of the brave, the fearless, the strong:
the playground bully cannot afford
the price these virtues bear!
Where there is no concept of love
there will always be preparation for war,
There are those cowards and fools
who only feel safe or satisfied
amidst destruction and death:
how long will they be crowned rulers?
Welcome The Dawn
Hear the songs--welcome the dawn
pushing away the endless night!
Like the birds, every morning,
give a breath of precious love;
like the trees, breathe deeply
of life to awaken your soul;
let all your senses feel
the sun's diffused light
shining through branch and leaf,
aware of beauty shed without measure.
Like a river fed by myriad streams,
giving life along its path,
gather up your strength every morning
and from the wildest of dreams
brought back from the night
ride a white Unicorn with joy
and pass it on in awareness
to
your mother, the gentle, loving earth!
Why I Support Man's Belief Systems
Ah, but I'm asked more than enough times
why I keep knocking man's belief systems,
those sanctified beliefs that to any observer
work so well, produce
so much of love and joy.
Religion - that embarrassment of beliefs in whatnot God:
what most amazes me: the unreserved love
adherents of one religion have for the others:
especially true of Christianity –
the heart-warming overflow of compassion
for those of competing faiths;
individuals giving everything they possess
upholding, serving, to help those who hate them...
For so I do observe.
Let's look at man's money system:
a paragon of virtue wherever it rules –
see how the poor are clothes and fed and housed
when the bankers and businessmen walk into town!
See how people are taken in, given employment
and their children given free day care
while mothers enjoy time at work,
a sweet daily break from the endless cares of home.
Yes of course, this too, I see every day.
And what should I say of man's governments?
Truly this is where justice rules,
just laws made;
representation fair for rich and poor alike.
Where anyone with a grievance finds selfless help
from those who dedicated public servants.
Let it not be said a selfish man ever dared
walk the hallowed halls of power.
here never clacked a greedy woman’s stiletto
for as one, all politicians have but one thing at heart:
to see the people happy, healthy and wealthy
all across the land.
And so it is observed. And so history records.
May man's belief systems continue to rule
bringing prosperity to one and all!
Winds Of Change
Slaves run man's social systems
controlled by the select few,
unsympathetic, hardhearted, Scrooges
made of nothing but cold, hard cash,
always seeking more to control, to gain,
devising machines to decide
who should live and who should die;
creating unnatural seasons
from computer analyses.
I look at the future and see
an outside world that has become
decimated, uninhabited, a desert
swirling with poisoned storms.
Men live like rats in air-tight shelters
within a manufactured environment,
breathing at the will of machines
until they eventually break down
and the so-called strong
who relied only on their inventions
suffocate and are strangled
within their greed and power.
Thus those responsible for this tragedy
die: their bodies become as dust in the wind:
but behold! This I also see:
The so-called weak and so-called meek
emerge from caves and caverns
reclaiming the earth in joy and song
as the mountains recover their glory
in nature's