Autumn
Brings grey
clouds
Cool evenings
And a
golden light
Lessened and
Fading quickly
Autumn Light
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Tag Archives: Journey
The Boatman Travels
The boatman
Has set his sights on travel,
With his ancient oar,
all on his own.
And he will journey far
To distant places
that he well knows,
And where he is
well known.
He is grateful
for good fortune
for all charitable hearts
Along his flowing road,
And for the safe directions
in which
The winds have blown.
The Instant
In an instant
He was everywhere
And nowhere,
Simultaneously
In a thought,
In a note of music,
In a ray of light
Between the branches
Of a summer’s tree,
Witnessing the most intimate of
Conversations,
And love was manifest
Everywhere,
And it was all so overwhelming,
Yet so instantly easy.
Honeyed Light
The leaves glisten in
The wind and sun.
The day proceeds
waving
Forever,
lost in the bleeding delirium of honeyed light
One Way Train
Like a one way train
On a one way track
We’re not likely ever coming back.
Wonder if we ever will
And who knows
just where
We’re going now ?
We’ll only know when we
Arrive
We’ll just
Sit still and stare
And wonder why
and where we are
and whether
we will stay alive
Like a one way train
On a one way track
We’re likely not ever coming back.
Wonder if we ever will?
We’ll just sit there
ever silent
Still
Wondering where we are.
And why?
Are there answers that
Will fill the gap?
Are there answers to the
why and where on this cosmic map?
It’s not likely
so we just sit there wondering still
Wondering where
we’re at and listening to
the whistle shrill
Like a one way train
On a one way track
We’re likely not ever coming back.
Wonder if we ever will?
I wonder if we ever will?
The Boatman Sits Peacefully
The boatman
Sits peacefully
Cross legged
On the shore,
Strumming
Strings
Looking both
Left and right
with his
Golden eyes
Aflame.
Go Last
Go Last.
1/ Don’t Know Why
Don’t know why
after so
Many years,
And after collection
After collection
of haptic verse
laid down
And written in arenas
Of solitude
and midnight silence:
-A decision to make them
Public;
Except perhaps
for the encouragement
Of friends,
Except perhaps,
For a heart rending love,
Except perhaps
For that quiet
and delightful terror
Lately,
That gnaws
contently, consistently,
About my errors,
And moves
The human family
Skeletons
to
Dance.
2/ Heart
Labours during
the day
like,
so many;
And at times
On the road,
And very late at night,
Or in the early dark morning,
In certain breaths,
Come
heart full voluntary deaths
Self inflicted
By outside coming
verse;
And by the music
And sound of words;
Enough deaths
perhaps,
that
at some
unexpected,
But expected
moment,
An aortic arch
May burst
In an
appropriate
conclusion
to the
passion,
ending all illusion;
With a single arrow,
Or many arrows,
And this heart
-leaking
Will Finally
go
Last.
End Song
There was a man
who thought about the past, that thought
His life was
Ending, future nonexistent,
and suddenly
one
day
he opened his eyes,
looked around
and realized
the wealth
that was about Him :
his friends,
his family, his health,
his loves,
and all
the many places
of his habitation
In others:
the souls,
that were
Mirrored in his soul,
And his soul that
was mirrored
in theirs,
and he realized:
this was good,
that in
this unity
itself there
was no other Existence;
that could be truer,
No greater longing
Than for this
Happiness;
And instantly
in the
Now,
he was
at peace,
in this place of
Kindred
Soul.
Tapestry
Slow and steady each
New strand
I am where I was meant
to be
The subterfuge
that leads to error
Disintegrates
as it collides
with truth
and
words are written
On the tops of
Trash cans
Life and Death Conversation
Life and Death Conversation
Looked into
his eyes
wide, bright,
alert and wise,
He said:
With this year
practically
all my friends
have passed,
And you know,
I’ve thought
often since then
to myself:
So
my friend
this
Is how people
Die.
I reach into my
trusted bag
of years
And pull out
all the proper
gems of knowledge,
All my little bits of
trial and error,
experience and faith,
my sweat and tears,
and yet
only now
is it that I know
that
this
is how people
Die.
I circumvent
the years
with common sense
And discipline,
efficient action
considered and
carefully applied.
It seems as if
I’ve lived
a million years,
and yet only now
is it
that I’ve learned
that
this
is
how people
Die.
I have learned
the love,
the comings,
and the goings
Of mother, wife,
and friend,
The joy and solace
of my arrows,
sons and daughters;
what it means
to truly
be alive,
And so I strive
on my own,
In
my own way,
always doing
more with less.
Yet it’s only now
that I know
that
this
is how people
Die .
And I know
inspired or not
by love or care,
there comes a time
when the artifice
of human effort
fails
and only
fate presides
above it all.
Only now
do I truly know
That
this
is how
people
Die.
PWChaltas 