The Light is changing
The heat is falling off the days
One by one
The earth is gathering
Elements of the Fall
Summer has run its course
I wait and watch and listen
Here in the time between seasons
The space between times and seasons is sacred
It is the time of ferment
After harvest but
Before the new wine is ready
It is the place of longing and reflection
The artist seeks to construct, enact, or proclaim
A construal of Reality and their relation to It
They carve out a sacred holy space where
Eternity can fleetingly inhabit time
The response, the praise
The worship, the erupting “Yes” is
The acknowledgement of a reality
Whose contingency lies
Beyond the everyday, the mundane
A frequency resonate with the soul
Which calls from beyond the shadows of the senses
I raised my gaze to greet the early morning sky
It was shrouded in a cloak dappled in varying shades of gray
I could taste it, feel it’s presence hanging over me
I understood the interplay of black and white which hung over my world
The light, diffused in the many shades, but light nonetheless
Without the light finding its way through
There would be no gray, only darkness
That became my meditation and solace
As I rode along the black ribbon bordered in crimson
I remembered the rich light in which I had bathed
I ached for the bright light of you
And I felt the dark move to cover me in its blackness
The grey though, came to my aid, reminding me that light was still present
That the sun will indeed shine again
So with effort, casting off darkness’ pull
Focused on the light which had overcome
I feel the tare in me from missing you
My body, my soul rebels against your absence
And the nothing seeks to pull me into its lair
But I shall lift my head and seek the light
And the light is you
And just as another dawn will break bright and fair
So will time and circumstance bring me again into that fair land
Ruled and lit by the brightness shining in your eyes
The laughter flowing from your heart, and the sweetness of your soul
The distance is a terrible thing
But I am not without hope
I sit in this quiet place with you, if only in my heart
And your presence holds the hope of a coming sunrise.
Good morning Sunshine!
This image made me laugh. 🙂
Rejection signals a wrong step
Being told no or worse, not acknowledged, a promise not kept, again
Waiting for the call that does not come
The preparations made that no one will see, the email saying it’s not you, its me
It is not a waste, it is actually kinda cool
What was lost, nothing, there was nothing there anyway
Some illusion of how it might be, hope’s bubble burst, but it’s just soap suspended in air
Nothing real, real things don’t go away, the ones you seek do what they say
The path you want is solid not paved with maybes, and yeah buts, and excuses, no’s
You are looking for the yes, the yes, the yes
Those are your people, that is your way, that’s how you know
Thank the Creator for the no, rejoice in it
Celebrate the truth, laugh in the face of it
It defines, it clarifies, it points the way, away
Rejection is a wrong step
That’s all
Be Groovy! 🙂
Ease is the natural state, harmony the true habitation
There is a reason for the dis-ease
It signals, it beckons, it prods
Dis-comfort is god’s grace
Dis-satisfaction does not allow one to rest in the wasteland
Like a splinter in the mind, itch needing scratched
It plays on the fringes of consciousness
Where the frayed sparking edges of the matrix can be perceived
Signposts pointing beyond the current constructs
Go toward that which terrifies
The soft places where there is no defense
Raw, exposed, vulnerable
That is the space of transformation
Surrender control and just be
It hurts, it frightens but it won’t eat you
Silly boy, you are made of stronger stuff than that
Let the false, frightening, fiction, fade
Hold the ground along the narrow middle way
Waves will wash over threatening your balance there
Be still and let them pass
Suspend belief so that you might know
Once you know, belief is no longer needed
Now no more bouncing from side to side like a pinball in a game
Seeking solace, addicted to flesh’s temporary fix
A junkie hooked on the drugs of thinking, fixing, doing
Yes – no, good – bad, right – wrong, same old round and round
Answers, solutions are not in a game designed by others
One that is cast like a net upon the sleeping masses
The way leads out of the trap and into the paradox
The lesson requires unlearning, dying so that life may emerge
What Is calls and heralds a new morning
Wake up sleepyhead, time for dreaming is done