Paradigms...where shift happens!

Another Time, Another Place

AnotherTime, Another Place

 

Could we bend time to see behind,

Shift space from far apart;

How might have lives like yours and mine,

Touched shoulders, hands, or heart?

 

Repeated dreams by hope are sired,

Spin brief and fleeting bliss;

Dawn nudges light where none's desired,

Dream smoke conceals the kiss.

 

We speak in hints of shadowed care,

Of thoughts we must deny;

Muted voices in the night,

Speak quickly then they fly.

 

Within my sight yet in a place,

I cannot reach or go;

What might have been a lifetime's face,

Escapes on ebbtide's flow.

September, 2005   

The Sea Part 2

The Sea
Part II

And so the hopeful child returned,
Seeking the open arms of Mother Sea.
Full of yearning for rest and peace,
Needing comfort she could not describe.

Eyes wide with hope at the new day, 
She felt the breeze of her Mother’s loving breath
Gently caressing her brow as if
To renew the soul with her healing touch.

Dim visions of dawn-lit gulls
Scallop-cut the air with wings of grace
While ripple washed jewels gleamed
And shifted beneath her feet.

Dolphin arcs teased her
With waves of welcome
Like cousins at a reunion
Who had left all care at home.

Spring’s grace-filled hope
For healing budded anew
Heedless of the Fall to come,
As if the leaf would never die.

But all she knew was of the air
And of the struggling earth
That bounded the soothing murmur
Of her Mother’s loving lullaby.

Mother Sea embraced her but a while,
Held the child’s hand to her heart
Hoping the rhythm of her love
Would ease the anxious soul.

For the doubting restless child,
The truth she sought waited not
Beneath or atop the waves,
But in the world she now must face.

Life within her waited, poised
To burst forth on a flood of
Liberating inner light and peace
And freedom from yesterday’s trials.

And the last wave breaking across her feet
Was her Mother’s gift of boundless love
For this part of her, this precious girl-child,
Whose tears she also cried.


November 2004

Sea Flakes

Retreating ripples shift one and all,
Sunlight and wrinkled water
Shine each in turn as they tumble
Back beneath the swirling foam.

And in the scramble of tumbling gems
A teasing sparkle flirts with the sun
And settles for a moment,
Watching the wonder in my peering eye.

September 2004

The Search

Searching and listening through the days,
Searching for wheat amongst the chaff,
Listening for a bell tone in the white noise
That floods my consciousness.

The mountain peak beckons
Above the secret horizon,
Calling me to the search
For love in life’s chaos.

Is the search so precious,
It blinds me to the truth,
And masks the spectre of formless life,
Endured but not savored?

Disturbance & Tranquility

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I don't know if I wrote this for me or for you:

Where careless force
Disturbs your peace,
May tranquility claim the day
And calm subsume your soul.

Separation anxiety?

It was a Saturday morning
and as I puttered around my apartment I wondered how you were doing.

I gather chaff to fill the hours,
You are away from me
But not from my heart,
Not from my thoughts,
And not from feelings for you
That threaten to flood my soul.

Posted on 8/19/2004 at 12:20:08 PM

The Sea Part I

 
Posted July 27, 2004 at 11:47:49 AM

In April,I went to the beach for the weekend. While roaming the beach early one morning I took a picture that came out remarkably well. Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in while. I printed it and then added this little piece to the picture. I can't post the picture here out of repect for the privacy of the lady in it but here is what I wrote to go with the picture. It started with the first line which is a quote of something she told me she felt when she walked to the ocean's edge for the first time in a while.

"Do you remember me?" She asked the Sea
"Of course I do, you are my child"
"How can you remember me?", She said
"There are so many of us who come to you."

"True" said the Sea. "Why do you come to me?"
"I do not know how to say it. I feel it though."
"What do you feel? asked the Sea
"Is it that you are home?"

"Maybe. When was it that you first touched me?"
"When? Don't you remember standing at my door?"
"I don't think so. Did I knock?
"You did not need to, I knew you were there"

"The spindrift across your feet was my welcome.
My gulls and terns told me of your innocence.
And shifting sand beneath you as the water flowed
Was my answer that you were my child."

And then the Sea murmured and shrugged,
Her glassy shoulders as if to sigh in gratitude
That her little one was still her child.
Innocent still, with outspread arms.