Once we were MASTERS

We were giants,
striding across open plains...
swinging from mountain top to mountain top
tickled by the hundred foot surf off  New Zealand's coast

We flew across distances,
as if there were no time or space...
Our hair was combed by new born stars,
Planets were our eyes....
Moons our eyelashes....

We laughed and thunder rolled across the skies,
we played the harp of blizzards,
sang the song of earthquakes....
steeped ourselves in the hot tubs of volcanoes,
lava and ash were the bubbles in our bath

Our feet touched the glaciers....
we tossed ice burgs into the sea.
ice chips in our clear water martinis....
our tsunamis were wading pools,
whales, and elephants,  our loving pets....

We played, disguised as saints...
laughed hysterically at martyrdom,
We wore the cloaks of Masters...
and reality changed as easily as the colors of rainbows...

do you remember?

we gave not a thought to becoming ants....
scrabbling for finite morsels...

we  abhorred the birth of  robots......
with no destiny but to follow mindless dictates....

we never considered that our souls could be bought and sold...
that shadows would become kings...
that our doubt in ourselves could reign....

We never thought we could be bound....
by birth and death,
chained to earth,
when the entire Universe was our freedom's playground....

DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
ALL of  this and MORE?

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oh to play those blues !

I met an old man on Railroad Street,
crouching in the corner,
living on the street,
in the shadow,
of the big banks.....

His possessions in a bundle,
a little spotted dog,
curled up beside him...
As I passed,
he pulled out a harp,
and began to play.....

With a battered hat on his head,
dirty torn trousers,
dusty shoes,
he began to play the BLUES....

He was at the crossroads...
in the "devil's" hands,
Playing like
an old Mississippi Delta
Blues Man....

His face alight with
with the sound of the downtown train comin'
Mouth full on the harp...
like a new mouthful of teeth....
Hoary hands cupped,
blowing' hard
he played those blues.....

I could feel the heat...
99% humidity of tears,
roasting out the summer night,
of the deep south.....

Ah...those BLUES !
those transporting,
trouble makin'
senses awakening....
toe tapping,
thigh slappin'
madman playin'
BLUES !

miracles, in a grocery store

Yesterday a man walked up to me to say,
I'm dying....

what the heck, I'm in the grocery store,
amidst the tomatoes, pumpkins, spices galore....
and he's dying.....
and he wants me to know....

He wants me to care,
hungry for a touch of human kindness,
instead of milk and blindness....

He wants me to SEE him...
to feel his heart and the sores within him....

What can I say,
yes,
I see you...
I'll take some time, to feel YOU...
look at your pictures...
the one
of your son,

who will be left behind....

Yes, you are dying,
I'll put away my fear, my politeness, my unconsciousness
in the midst of my shopping....

I'll take a moment,
to hold you in my mind....
to give you the touch of kindness...

I was shopping for groceries....
he was shopping for LOVE

Ode to cleaning house

Let's clean the "house"

Its kinda fun to sweep the floor,
watch the dust clouds fly out the door...

Its kinda fun to shake out the rugs,
to free the old shag from all  its bits of dead bugs..

Its kinda fun to toss the old clothes in a heap,
they aren't something I really need to keep.....

Its kinda fun to throw the furniture out of the room,
I can dance so much better without that heavy gloom....

Its kinda fun to set a REALLY BIG FIRE
and watch the death dance when shadows expire...

Its kinda fun to let Shiva rule the roost,
its a hell of a blast, with her in cahoots....

Its kinda fun,
I have to admit....
now that there's nowhere left to sit,
cozy and comfortable, turned out on their head...
laughter and magic now have room in my bed...
its not for the timid, who don't want to let go,
I have a dear friend,
and its that very "ONE" who taught me so....

Love on the Run

Butterflies with broken wings
Songbirds having forgotten how to sing

Leaves no longer reach out to the sun,
Love, my friend is on the run......

Man against woman, child denying child
Beggars fought against soldiers and yes, they died

People in chains, don't reach out to the sun,
Love, my friend is on the run.....

Corporate badges, and paychecks enter the room,
Priests and Prophets proclaim imminent doom....

Oceans anger as the garbage gathers
Earth ignores as a politician blathers

Clouds of pollution in the face of the sun,
Love, my friend is on the run....

Migrants, refugees and the homeless now hold the reins,
made sick to death by  government's brains.....

the poor, the humble the innocent still find the sun,
Love, my friend returns from its run

true love is hardly an illusion....


I have called your name, missing you
as if a limb were torn from my own body

I have lain entangled with you,
cried out  that our merging bodies were not enough

I have been driven mad,
by the limits placed on my own heart

for I do   LOVE....
and I do  UNDERSTAND
what LOVE is wanting here,

LOVE seeks only the perfection of  you and I
lives only in the purity of those essences,
The beauty of which, is unspeakably tender....

Its rapture is in the presence of unmindful innocence,
thoughtless in its ecstasy of KNOWING

Giving opportunity and chance after chance,
to discover the perfection of ITS vision...

Revealing the immortality of itself over and over again
and the POWER which it holds of transformation

Existing only in the realms of truth,
in whose temples I humbly desire to remain....

I  love your soul, as if it were my own..
.
I hold your presence in my heart,
and softly to enter into yours..

My Sweet Companions

 

 

Come with me....

my sweet companions...

we shall be entranced...

 

by...

the crown of the night sky,

alive....

with its countless glimmering stars,

we will tremble with them at the beauty,

of the sliver of that silver moon,

 

We can watch with sleepy eyes,

the sun, rise..

and paint our darkened sky, with glowing color

and...

we can hear....

the whole earth laugh with hope....

as....a new day

is being

born

Let's sit awhile and watch the sky,

the clouds,

whirl and dance,

ballerinas and mad dervishes,

dressed in white...

by the hands of

that gleeful wind

 

Let's shiver and listen...

to,

the wild things calling...

their primal yearnings,

crashing through the silence of our night..........

 

Let's  dance,

wet and shining

to the thrill,

of raindrops falling,

and with the dusty ground,

quench our thirst....

 

Here, touch with me,

these delicate petals,

let's reach with them....

long with them...

for the arms...

of the sun 

 

Come and look with me,

at the raging passion,

of a snowmelt waterfall,

spiraling uncontrollably,

let's feed ourselves,

on the totality of its abandon,

and return,

home

 

Be with me......

in awe of splendor...

a willing audience...

 sweet companions....

of the days..

the nights...

unfolding...