September – Fall Walk – Audio Update

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The light is changing

The earth has tilted and cracked the veil once more

Eternity’s magic rushes in as the Mundane surrenders It’s hold

Spilling into and over from that Place where things are as they Ought to be

That place of consummation, the exquisite

Where hunger is satiated and longing finds rest

The light shimmers and sparkles and shines

Dancing off multicolored hues, moved about by the cooling breezes

Shades of green, yellows, reds, and brown

Are alive in the new light

My Soul is quickened

Sweet with a sadness who’s ache stirs a longing now frantic for life

Distractions vanish the fog lifts, clarity calls, nudges, and beckons me

Awake from the dreary dream and its shadowy forms

Smothered Soul surges from the depths desperate to break the surface

Filling the void, the vacuum, with substance

Past and future’s illusions fall away, Now is all

Eternity’s rapture rushes through spirit and flesh

Conquest complete, I am captured and held in the sway of my Beloved

Ego broken, Self surrendered to that which is Real and beyond the senses

Passion rises, staking an unequivocal claim to what is mine by birth

Yes, Yes, Yes, I am, It is, We are joined in the Creator’s dance and feel it’s power

Moved, broken, and remade in the image of what Ought to be but is now not, Yet

Joy and Sorrow live together there in that place between the Now and that which is coming

But that is living.  Being alive brings pain and pleasure sometimes at once

Holding them in tension is living and is the power of creation

First the sun, now the bright light muted in the cool quiet rain

Tender gentle drops fall and break on me

I hear them fall, kissing the leaves on their way

Communion with Her, the rest, the easy conversation heals and renews hope

The changing light transforms the sky’s tears into jewels to adorn my skin

My heart breaks with joy to know the living of it

I see, I feel, I breathe in the magic of what has always been hidden within view

And am grateful for the times when my slumbering soul blinks awake

My Soul’s secret and silent hallelujah erupts and thunders It’s release

I rise on the currents of spirit and flesh knowing the God of life

Then collapse, spent, humbled, sweetness feeds my spirit, gratefulness Her response

Even now Eternity recedes, flowing back into the depths, leaving me uncovered, unfinished

Longing’s lure and it’s exquisite ache points the way

Both sunshine and rain will fall

Bitter and sweet will fill the cup.

Don’t avoid one for the other.

Be nourished by both.

Rapture requires grief to balance what is not yet with how it Ought to be.

This is true living

For, “There are cracks in everything, and that’s how the light gets in.”

Thank you Mr. Cohen

Be Groovy 🙂

34 thoughts on “September – Fall Walk – Audio Update”

  4. The band has taken a break in the hazy, lazy dim light. The Bard, still under the spell of teaching, takes his seat again on the stool. He pushes back the fedora on his head and, hands resting on his knees, scans the room finding faces, expectant and hungry. I, too, am captivated. I feel as if we should be somewhere sacred, perhaps in a vineyard, with the teacher in jeans and a t-shirt and sandals, wandering about the vines ready for harvest in the autumn glow. But not yet… Perhaps it isn’t his time yet…

    He smiles. Breathes. Composes himself and begins to speak soft and low in “a clarion call toward that which is real.” His voice begins to rise, and before we realize we are there with him where the light is changing and are learning how it’s our cracks that allow the light to get in. Into our hearts? It’s as if I’ve been starving to death for the truth. And I sit like a sponge and soak in the music of his words…

  6. The deep scent of a changing Earth carries me here this very eve, and I find a sumptuous feast unfolding in each word, drinking it in, as if I’d come from a parched land. Too long, too long that you’ve been gone. Elation is my cloak as I sit and wait for “what Ought to be but is now not, Yet,” your voice which brings greater justice to words my mind can read, but what my heart must hear.

  7. This is not the poem of someone who is retarded! I love the generosity of each of your poems. You could eke out the gems, but you have so many that every poem is packed with them.

    I rarely go a day without thanking Leonard Cohen, deep within my heart. It’s been that way for over 45 years.

  12. My heart is in between the sentences of this poem. Were I to lay it bear it would say:

    Sweet with a sadness who’s ache stirs a longing now frantic for life /
    Smothered Soul surges from the depths desperate to break the surface /
    Moved, broken, and remade in the image of what Ought to be but is now not, Yet /
    Joy and Sorrow live together there in that place between the Now and that which is coming /
    But that is living. Being alive brings pain and pleasure sometimes at once /
    Holding them in tension is living and is the power of creation /
    Even now Eternity recedes, flowing back into the depths, leaving me uncovered, unfinished /
    Don’t avoid one for the other. /
    Be nourished by both. /
    Rapture requires grief to balance what is not yet with how it Ought to be. /
    This is true living /
    For, “There are cracks in everything, and that’s how the light gets in.”/

    That poem within a poem breaks my heart. But the words you use to surround it makes it at least bearable to my soul. I am usually happiest of all in autumn. But not this year. My heart is having trouble staying nested in your cocoon of hopeful words. I love this…

      • No sweetie, not sappy. You just have a way of cutting through to the truth with a feather soft knife. Like the slap that doesn’t really hurt because you forgive the person immediately… I think this is one of your most beautiful poems. <3

          • I hope you don’t mind that I put it on IP. You said I always had your permission. This one will be printed out and go in my special scrapbook if that’s ok. I am just feeling very “now what” inside after reading it this morning.

          • Feel the breeze. Look at the light shimmer. Enjoy the rain. Experience what its like to have no requirents on you except breathing in and out and loving it. Maybe there is no now what past that. Maybe everything else we put on ourselves or is the expectation of others

          • This is about your comment the other day that I had taken myself out of how things were going at Stef’s and was looking at it from the outside more. (Don’t mean to be so mystical.) Your comment took shape this morning when I read your poem.

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