The boatman
Sits peacefully
Cross legged
On the shore,
Strumming
Strings
Looking both
Left and right
with his
Golden eyes
Aflame.
The Boatman Sits Peacefully
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Tag Archives: Life
Remember
Transformations
Listen to the Silence
I cannot tell you what to say I cannot tell you what to do tomorrow or today. I can only ask you to be silent
to listen to the voice,
and to what it has to say.
There is a darkness that no soul can imagine, the blackness of the soul not talking to itself or to its source
so let’s just listen.
Night Travel
The night drifts by
Seconds heavy with subterfuge,
but the night sky is clear
And the lights are bright,
more foot-candle strong
than before,
aging, revealing
all around them.
Only a silence
Remains to be broken
with the innocent laughter
of a child,
as I continue
travel through the misted
landscapes of the mind.
Blue Clouded Streak
Blue Clouded Streak
There is a blue
Clouded streak
In the night sky
As if moon
was shining
through,
But there is
no moon.
There is a blue
Clouded streak
In the night sky,
As if blue day was
covered by
A velvet curtain;
dark ultra blue.
There is a blue
Parted stream in
The night sky
As the day
and its aspirations
Die quietly
Now covered
By purpled
darkness where
Only a solitary pair
Of wings is heard fluttering.
Free Verse in Useless Times
The lights flickering
In the distance are red
and I believe that
I’ve totally lost my head.
The city it seems
is burning red
tonight
Not sure of
just what I’ve said
from one moment
to the other.
Verse pours out like
random bread that’s
passed out
for the swollen bellies
of the famished.
See how skeletal they sit
or lie beside
their mothers,
and are easily
mistaken for the dead,
like so many
of the others all around them.
A look is in
children’s eyes,
eyes with wrinkles
deeply etched.
Mother’s are cradling
their heads.
Hunger, pain
live here raw
like free verse
doled out
by parted
empty lips
in vacant
useless times.
Women and children
gather scraps of metal
in abandoned mines
at the expense
of fragile lives,
like free verse collected
in some
long forgotten,
still,
and useless time.
And all
seems random
here
and destined
certain
not to survive.
No need for
lullabies,
no need for the contrived
lines of verse
that rhyme,
It’s just all meant
to be so simple:
Death just comes
wandering here,
meandering
on its own
picking
left and right,
whatever
may be in sight,
like free verse in
useless times.
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
Views
Views
We
All have different views :
Some view from above
And
Some from below .
some look back and
some straight ahead
some north or south and
some east or west
some look
Inside and
Some look
outside
some in darkness
some in light
some see from youth
And some see from
Oncoming death but
None
Except through faith
can
easily see it all ,
as it is ,
one ,
one
and
the same .
PWChaltas 