shell songs take the cake
when it comes to the
sands of time…
waves join me in
their melodies
taking me ever
further into
night…
while the
cat
says
no
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… the new …
Reminders come and go,
as I wait and see.
The drift of days comes
to me like ice
on a sunny day.
Welcomed and new,
refreshing the warm
and tired and
flashing my
soul mouth with awakes.
—–
…clouds…
point arena beach, by mick paul
…sometimes words
separate…
tear apart… say
wrong thing when
you know it’s right….
but tonite the words are
just right
and originate from
the heart of my being…
tied to the sky….
silver threads
to angels
and the clouds
…..
…the bird…
…the bird sits
in the tree
trilling to the sky
and not
to me…
She lives now
for herself
and i believe
she has a point…
…life…
Life is a pie.
Not a berry, not a peach,
not a cherry out of reach.
Eat it up quickly,
saving some for midnight
when time stands still,
and shadows wait to
eat you up.
…green leaf vines…
Green leaf vines
climb ever taller,
ever up, ever
seeking sun and solace.
Do they have a need
to be taller than
anyone else, or
do they just
love the sky….
…seeds…
the mesmerized moon
swings circles
round rainbow clouds
seeds cradled in their nests
wonder what time it is
asking the raindrops
which way… which way
…from a friend…
TODAY
I
Do not
Want to step so quickly
Over a beautiful line on God’s palm
As I move through the earth’s
Marketplace
Today.
I do not want to touch any object in this world
Without my eyes testifying to the truth
That Everything is
My Beloved.
Something has happened
To my understanding of existence
That now makes my heart always full of wonder
And kindness.
I do not
Want to step so quickly
Over this sacred place on God’s body
That is right beneath your own foot.
As I
dance with
precious life
Today.
**Hafiz**
Persian Poet and Mystic
…bats…
Bats are in my belfries
My belfries need a lift
My lifter likes another guy
And guys all get me miffed
My miffter makes a lot of noise
I think it needs some juice
My juicer doesn’t even care
If venison or moose.
…winding wind…
The wind winds webs around my heart,
calling of long agos and things I cannot tell.
The betweens of you and me
still soft on my tongue.
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