Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Reflecting Freedom


Free
Like the water in Sligo Creek.

Watching reflections
 of fast moving swollen basin
overcast & shadowed with storm clouds,
each moment 
a different reality reflected.

I
change also
reflecting back
through
 waves of ripples
within the universal consciousness.

One place
one moment
change too fast to fathom.

So be still.

Be still

Rest in the change.

Change is still.


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Spider & I


Spider and I sit watching the sky
On a world without sound 
Brian Eno

Driving Hope 
before and after 
science of another day.
Webs of silence
calling forth,
watching the sky
with stilled heart.

Last Looks.
Hometown is closing.
Mourning hours call.

What?
What if?
I never again?





Saturday, April 25, 2015

Possible Silence

... what I loved about Webb were the possibilities in his silence.  He was just there, like a small noon shadow 
 Michael Ondaatje
Coming Through Slaughter

What are the possibilities for me to be in silence?

To dwell in silence?

Silence must be cultivated.

Respected.

Cherished.

Possible Silences 

Possible lives.



Saturday, April 18, 2015

Waterfall



 Waterfall  
 nothing can harm me at all 
Jimi


What stops me?
Why?
What if I was like a waterfall?

No magic
 follow the path
be the path

True to the source
 flow over the edge
 beautifully

Flow
around
down
a million times down
in 
sound







Photo by Iqbal Osman

Friday, March 13, 2015

Finding the Space

Just a thought away,

a breath away.

Away within

all is one.

Supported by Earth

while reaching the Heavens.

Attend to our thinking,

our hearts, 

then move with Grace,

ease, awareness.

Be, just be 

in 

this 

space.

Away within.

Begin again.

With just one thought,

just one breath.

Begin again.

Let go of notions,

let go your spine

Find the space

in which you are.

Begin again.

Away within.




Thursday, March 12, 2015

Picking Up the Pieces, Again


There was once two musicians ...

At times our music was full of dissonance with pages of rests between the bursts of twisted & tortured melodies that harkened the music of the past and laid out structure for our music of the future.  Silence was needed between the pieces to absorb  the intense feelings generated by our scores of misunderstanding. Occasional glimmering melodies would emerge from our miasma mist of uncertainty; two musicians reading the score of the music of life in the traditions in which we were trained.


One day we took a chance, composing a brief divertimento based solely in love.  Hearkening pieces of beauty & wonderment of our youth, this tiny work in the canons of music struck a vibrant harmony within & without the players.  Sometimes the Muse whispers, and sometimes she Roars with a force that penetrates deeply even into the hearts of the deaf,  illuminating and magnifying the notes  needing to be played now.  These rare performances, requiring years of dedicated preparation, change the players, change the world. The notes resonating and reverberating in the hearts of the beyond.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Digging in the Dark


Slowly
Tightening

WhaT?

w/o a key
just a?

digging

digging in

digging deep
                          in the dark

notes flutter
too close for -         comfort
why?  avoid the dark?

when we avoid the?
w/o a key
we're in the dark

digging

digging in




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photo by xJorgiimx

Thursday, August 8, 2013

A Question ; or two .


             ;   what came before?










! Really   ,                    ?

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Still

Still
Listen
Sirens call
Birds worship
Life

Life 
Life Sounded
Anew

Still
Listen
Release all
Life

Sounds live on.
Still

Listen now,
now
before I forget.