Garlands of Leaves Conceal Horizons Moon

Garlands of Leaves Conceal Horizons Moon

Blossom snow blows and gathers

Hot and Cold and Wet and Dry mix and mingle and mar and mate
Petty dreams and petty squabbles cobble together lazy duty days
Uncertainties mix with the wonders of the season
I wonder and wish

Old flowering potentials re-emerge

Old forgotten songs return
The changes of life and time away from the haunts of the past makes them fade

Silly hopes and desires keep me up late wondering and wishing

The cool of the day subtly returns
Here when the sun sinks low toward the leaf-hidden horizon
There is a moment of reflection
There is contemplation
And knowledge of the impending dusk

Twilight is the door to the Great Mother of Star-Adorned Space

She wears her jewel ornament moon tonight
And shadows too as she offers a nibble and a milky nipple

Warm rays lie ahead

Spring offers a kind of peace of mind and yet
Strange birdsongs appear

Green will win the day and black the night

Green grows and black shrinks
Programmed emergences are loaded like arrows on the bow of cyclic time
You’re up

Age tires the crickety old bones and we know that this life is just a speck on the vastness

Beauty and awesomeness are just intriguing illusions, nothing more really
Duty and bottomless care are just trained fusions of the vast and profound

Seeds swell, stretch, crack, and dance in the earth and breakthrough to the sky

The hidden below now basks in the sunlit above

I grow old

I wonder and wish
The future chases us as we chase it
And soon enough we are dead
But now we can throw back our weary heads and laugh
Crazy are the ways of life
So let us enjoy them and spread this joy around as we can

Banquets of Love and Will

Banquets of Love and Will

The Art of the Banquet is about hospitality. People are invited. Food and drink are shared

Feast of Love and Feast of Will

Feats of Friendliness and Feats of Enthusiasm

Ideas and plans rise and fall

Time goes by

Windows of opportunity come and go

Flux is the nature of things

Summon them

The clan that never was
Thoughts in minds rise, dwell, and fall

Loyalty and suspicion

Betrayal and camaraderie
Which is which is which
Which is real and which imagined
Who knows?

Diversity and habits

Us and them in a million manifestations
Welcome to our way
Hospitality is the mingling of clans
Rules of abiding appear
Alloys of metals make for stronger swords
Allies in battles make for bigger lands

But just now there are only scattered families and futures uncertain

We can only try to save the earth and forge clan-destinies
Hidden among the tripe of norms we are

I wish I could see the way clearly through the deep mist of confusion

I am tired of wishing and wondering what if
Let there be Banquets of Love and Will
Let us not sour and perish in the deceptive lure of beauty and skill
Let us see far
Let us go far, deep beneath the surficial hovering of distrust

Love is wishing one another well

Will is the wiggling way
Love is the jewel globe
Will is the wings
Let there be Banquets of Love and Will

 

 

 

 

 

Now Words

Now Words

Every thing is a configuration, a recipe, a specific array of parts. There are no things. When delight is dependent upon conditions it is illusory delight.
Sky goers manifest the inseparability of motion and stillness.
Sometimes soaring
Sometimes winging
Our feather dance is a power above the world

Our slithering siblings keep the hordes of food and gold in the body of the mother

We are the primal twins, the original sins, the first division into rival clans

Born is war and also the wiggling impulse toward wisdom and love beyond the nest

Wind, sun, ground, and pool caress us here

Nature is nowhere not to be found

Bird Talk Moon

Bird Talk Moon

I saw the drowsy snow drifting off in the evening sun

Yes the evening sun
Thou shalt not? Pass
This is the apex axis pass and there is no way but down or            sometimes up
Crests and troughs are relative
The crest of thy relatives, part random and part meaning

Hero and man and goddess and Heru and Hoor and heresy and sun and ray and way

Heretofore hierophants humbly hum with harps in hand

The crows showed me a murder dance

Symmetrical swirl of particles in a glass of wind
They fall and offer themselves to the sky
The swirling sediment dance gives way to a graceful wind ride

Creatures call and chant for seed

Conversations appear and screech language abounds
Hawk atop a pole bodes ill for small wanderers
Sharp eyes are stalking the scene below
Death. It’s the future
For them, for us, for all

But now is hope for comfort and warmth

Woodpecker defies gravity in trunkwalk
Holy Sassafras

Metal center and plastic circumference

Power

Tree chatter and sky screech and ground chirp

Danger! Food! Sex!

Longing to sleep under an open sky

Longing to rest in the warm green mother and father sun bath
To work and tidy up and thirst and gaze upon what appears

Aspirations for a man’s safe return, safe journey, safe recovery

Aspirations for a warm and calm starry night with no worries

O ye bearers of souls

O ye squawkers and soarers
May you well adorn the scene and be well

I Wish I Could Fly

I Wish I Could Fly

I am lonely

I feel unloved, unappreciated
But I guess I am not real so this probably does not matter

There is but little peace

No matter what I do there will be hell to pay
Vigilance yields little recompense

The doom of oppression and inadequacy hangs over like a cloud

There is no escape
Resistance is futile
What to do
I know not

I lose and that is that is that

Prison is life is prison
Poison is strife is poison

I wonder what is real compassion

Caring for another, a bother?
Caring for an enemy without enmity?
Seeing beyond emotions and the foul words begotten
Impenetrable fortresses forgotten

What is love and what is union?

What is fair? This?
It does not feel fair nor reasonable
What wrongs have I done?
Perpetual criminality appears my fate
There is no hero here, only this vile villain

Pleasure is deplorably splattered

On all our hopes and desires
Happy not happy, even if it mattered
We would still be partial liars
For we are pinned between word-name-notions and feeling potions
Life long scryers

I am lonely and wandering why and wandering what if and

Wandering if there are worlds beyond this one

And yet I have these promises to keep

And no where to go before I sleep

Synchronous Dancing

Synchronous Dancing

The air is filled with toxic memes

We cannot help but breathe

Do we lend a hand to strangers who define themselves by their enemies?

Is it just a phase, this craze, a dead end along the deathless endless maze?

Palaces within palaces and thrones within thrones

Kings and Kingdoms, the One and the Many

This is all of a rhythm this time touching

It seems a manifestation of longing for order in the chaos and randomness of emotion
And a longing for the many to be one

We seek surprise and signs
We stalk for meaning

Are you there? I am.

All this connecting and disconnecting and infinite chances of union

It’s like navigating a perpetual storm
And just now the lantern is hidden
And perhaps we are just being cautious till dawn when we will see the matrix-illusion
   spread out around us as contrast will find us and the long past will bind us

We appear to grow, to go, and to change, like the cup of the universe in which we dwell

We crawl along the web of our circumstances doing what we do
Occasionally we leap away or fend off momentums but overall we are bound to action

I long to watch and listen

Perhaps I should do just that just now
Join me if you like

 

 

 

 

Another Piece of Momentary Nothing

Another Piece of Momentary Nothing

Norms and forms and worms

Slithering ignorances and well visited temples

Dare ye to explore the ever-present unknowns?

Reservations end in the death that is silence
Nothing is saved
All is lost
Quests unventured
Silence is most interpretable between sounds
Otherwise it seems an impenetrable barrier that lacks any betweeness
Words toxic, thoughts paradoxic

Words are like turds
Liberated by the ego-grasping conceptual mind
We summon waste and with it we paint the world
Or as Buddha said, “with our thoughts we make the world”

We are consumers and excreters in many ways

The way of energy exchange is our way as we are denizens of the world

Like the flowing rivers we are takers and givers

In motion we seek stillness
In stillness we seek motion
We feel the comfort we feel the burn we toss and turn in the agony of change

We are here in the density

Such is the agony of the realm

We are finite and subject to disease and decay

Such is the agony of our fates of pain

We are also infathomable mind and so the fetters can be undone
And the agonies allowed to pass away
May it be so