In and out

We move in stages

smooth like stone worn by the hands of time,

colors blended to become a whole

perfection found in corridors.

We open our thoughts to places in dreams,

walking silently as we listen to the wind,

whispered history of centuries passed

while we feel the energy flow

from the ground to our soul.

In and out of sleep and dreaming

I know these places from lifetimes ago,

hands smooth the surface of images found

balancing the mind in the context of this time.

Who do we become when we step knowingly

the rabbit run of mazes and mystery,

rushing to the party for a last cup of tea,

that stained these walls with their leaves and scent

waiting for rain to brighten the hue

as the dryness becomes

a part of the daily life

and these mountains carved know the secrets

told by the seer before time began,

we become transfixed listening

for that heartbeat of the universe.

Solitude of stone

In her moments of peace
Eyes closed to the world
Immersed in the emptiness
Of a moment of solitude.
Cast in stone unmoving
She feels the sense
As the rain washes pieces away
Smoothing edges
A hundred years of being
She remains unchanged.
The solitude of stone
Keeping vigil upon
Those that come and go
Knowing she will see them another day
When they too shall join her
As the hymn is sung she waits
Patient in her mourning
Time never moves in this place
Seasons pass
Always the same
Unseeing eyes of concrete
Gather rain of tears
Washed away by the wind
Today, tomorrow or yesterday
The sun will rise
The moon will set
And she will sit
And be in the solitude
Of stone.

Blue muse

Heart blue
Sand swept covers
Treasures,
Like words of pages
Torn from a book
Strewn about
Falling through the air
Rustle of paper
Covering what was never spoken.
Azure skies empty
Devoid of a bird
Of life it seems,
Yet stirring the mind
Thoughts stewing
Creative juice flows
Yet slow like honey poured
Out of comb to the waiting garden below.
I think of far off places
Seeing the table in Tuscany,
The small cafe,
Sipping wine with fine cheese
And crusty bread,
And just talking
Just being.
Mind gifts
Like treasured stone hearts,
Gifts of the muse
Beside the bowl of sand,
Sitting
Waiting
Alter of elements
Producer of visions,
Held in the hand
Blue shape of love.
I am gone for moments
Drifting of to somewhere
Anywhere
No notice given
Just gone
And I return with a quiet joy
For I went to the place of dreams,
Of words that are spoken
To the empty room and barren walls.
Words that are written
Moving faster than fingers they come,
And oh the wonder of it,
The mind,
The seepage of vision,
The pouring forth
Of the muse of an eternal mind,
The faucet with no handle
The stream that cannot be stopped.

Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren’t my thoughts. I couldn’t think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs

Elements

Water like tears and oceans deep
Fire that burns like love so sweet,
A place we can sit and dream today,
Another dimension so far away.
The stars above that light the sky
It is not our place to wonder why,
But to be the piece of earth sublime
In this moment we have the answer of time.
The minutes to think of better days
The memories to last like the bright sun rays,
The mind to give the gift of peace,
Our lives and fears can be released.
Come sit awhile and hold my hand
The magic is alive in this fertile land,
The elements ours to all take part
With a giving soul and an honest heart.

Etched in stone

Truth is the way
Divine knowledge functions
Have miracles occurred?
The cohesive force,
The generations unborn
Can see the planets
A new awakening
Converged.
Where does the great spirit exist?
Red stick into earth
Everyone is free,
Sacred earth
And special stones
Carved boulder
Covers bones.
Light from stars
Obscures view
Universe beyond
Endless.

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Beloved…home (NaPoWriMo day 24)

Today,to write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like.

cold house stands
Where angels guard
Your sleep.
Thick walls to keep out
Perchance to keep in
Your soul escaped,
too late.
Old door gains entry
To the shell left behind
Dust to dust.
Concrete walls
Crushed stones and water
Lime removes yet burns.
Broken back
You came to be under
The roof of a solitary
Home,
Fenced in
Yet oddly never alone.
Love divine
Enshrined
Entombed
Stone house strong
Eternal.

One into many

One stone
Tossed
A drop
A ripple
A wave
A tsunami
Outward moving
From where it began
To where it ends
Unknown.
A raindrop
Enclosed within
It becomes part of the whole
And returns
To come round again
Raised unseen
And moving in clouds
Down again.

image
A song I have on my mind
A calming….ripples….

“If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they’re better left unsung.
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home. ”
The Grateful Dead