Death

June 26, 2020June 26, 2020

The Amber Mirror

The paradoxical algorithms of life
speak of birth and death colored
with a beginning and an end
both caught within the shadows
of rules, mandates and laws

tasting and speaking of freedoms
both ‘masked’ in lies and deceit

a truth hidden behind closed doors
spoken in silent unheard whispers
seen through the eyes of the faceless

while the legends of time and history
move between the spaces of passions
where wisdom is a time honored truth
where love of others and of self
is the resin that frees them

an amber mirror that reveals life

The Photo Below Created As Art

May 29, 2020May 29, 2020

Ever Widening Circles

Ever widening circles of life contained in the circles that grow fading one into the other like the stone skipping across the water, leaving traces of the promises that remain

reminders of the moon waxing, waning but ever present, even in the darkest sky, the blackest night like the tides coming in high receding back again low

amidst seasons repeating, growth new and amazing, fullest in Spring leveling out in heat of Summer

colors vibrant in the arrival of Fall giving way to fields fallow in the cold of Winter beneath icy waters blankets of snow

only for new leaves to awaken new buds to bloom for the circle that is unending to grow once more

there will always be the circle of birth, life and death as there will always be the impediments of destruction by nature’s wrath & beauty

there will always be disease, famine, unwelcome pestilence and epidemics as they seem to impede, dissuade & deter us from moving forward

always there will be the circle of life & everything a part and people will move forward, move past and move through

for when I see the birth of babies, seeds being sown in gardens, fields and when it begins to snow again cottonwood seeds, to be planted where they may, I marvel

at the ever widening circles of life

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

A Circle of Life

July 4, 2018

The Usher

Photo taken from Public Domain Pictures & Artistically Altered.

Jinn of Wind

The wind bears no animosity
nor is it fickle
inherently

as appearances
are always in flux

though transformative it will be
ushering in both life
and death

for the Anemoi brings forth
all seasons
in turn

where one day the breadth of it
blows clear the darkest clouds

emanating life giving sun
sweet scented
flowers
erupting

the next morn could bring
a stillness of breath
pollution a miasma
of death

yet still always ushering in
tempests and squalls
a familiar to rain

leaving a swath of destruction
to change yet again
with the softest
of breezes

that seem to settle within
touching, reflecting
life’s gentle
rhythm

Anemoi the gods of wind
are the ushers of change
a transformative
jinn

October 21, 2016September 2, 2017

Visualize The Raindrops Pausing

i visualize in the warmth of the sun
or in the darkest hours of night

healing is held in the gift of seeing

i see between the wind blown leaves
pause each raindrop as it is falling

everything stops but my breathing

i listen to the silence all around
even in the midst of all the chaos

molecules of life touching gently

i close my eyes for a moment in between
for dreamers will always be dreaming

music notes orchestrate birth and death

i feel the strings of instruments hold me
soft as satin and stronger then webs of silk

healing is found in a moment of peace

i visualize oceans and mountains colliding
creating new life as gentle flowering buds

death can never be the ultimate ending

i see myself walking an ocean shoreline
by the still spray of a wave before it crashes

peace is standing between raindrops as they pause

i see there briefly a place my mind rests
devoid of wars, disease, famine and otherness

healing is held in the gift of seeing

what could be if only for a moment in time

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

pausing-raindrops

This was first published at the Bezine where you can read more posts on their current topic of Rituals For Peace, Healing and Unity at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com.

August 10, 2016

WATCHING WITH HOPE

The powers that be say some
something more than say others
free will a gift?
to what cost

the expense of war
the ravages of war
death for following
death for an ideal

The powers that be say some
something more than say others
free will a gift?
to what cost

the rape of women
the death of girls
not a choice
not part of freedom

The powers that be say some
something more than say others
free will a gift?
to what cost

children starving
disease going unchecked
trapped in poverty
knowledge for the few

The powers that be say some
something more than say others
watching with hope
to what cost

This is for Wednesday’s Prompt from Jamie Dedes at https://musingbymoonlight.com
Who really is to blame for all the ills of the world…or is it really something more.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Hope More Than

September 29, 2013September 29, 2013

I Considered Myself

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I consider myself to be
a peaceful person
living in a place
not fraught with war
void of detonating bombs
fragments of life gone

I consider myself but
to no avail
for the rumbling of war
has never been far
as off in the distance
on foreign soils
it creeps very close
to my own back door

I considered myself to be
living my life apart
even during Viet Nam years
seen on broadcast news
of death and others tears
of something I was
unable to touch

I considered myself & then
my son joined in the ranks
of men and women called
to fight in a war fueled
by the inner turmoil
of a people distant
and out of sight

I considered myself to be
untouched by the carnage
the destruction of
people unknown to me
whose lives were
never mentioned

I considered myself & then
you came home & you
seemed different
for you brought the
memories with you
that now touch my life
to forever affect it
with war

I have known many who became soldiers. My own father and his brothers fought in World War II, my brother was in service during Viet Nam but did not see battle. But when my own son went to the Middle East, even though he was fortunate enough not to have had to be in a battle, he saw enough of the aftermath, that it has affected his life in ways I will never be able to understand. For most soldiers do not speak of what they have seen and heard but these things, I know, cannot be erased from memory.

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April 20, 2012April 20, 2012

Spiritual Sleep

Steel waters run deep
beneath the eyes of
slumbered sleep

captured heart edged
faintly with gold
seen of eyes
reflection foretold

of lives in distant
aching shudders
sorrowful death or
brilliance of lovers

Still waters run deep
beneath the eyes of
spiritual sleep
realm of slumber

January 11, 2012January 11, 2012

#10 Small Stone: Web of Life

Life strong as a spider
web holding life and
holding death never as
strong as we imagine
fragile enough to be
broken apart never to
actually be grasped

Submission #10 for WOHA River of Stones http://writingourwayhome.ning.com

October 1, 2011February 29, 2012

Angels Incoming

$Windstorm_fractal_wallpaper$ Imagine airwaves filled with energy
amazing light the aura of a rainbow
imagine dreams coming true and a
destiny fulfilled pure as creation
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’

Imagine all this energy holding the
radiance of calm and healing to be
with a sick child in a hospital room
holding the hand of grieving parents
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’

Imagine hope given freely and comfort
to those in poverty barely living and
those walking the streets without any
home to go to, wrapped warm and fed
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’

Imagine peace amongst warring nations
with people held in the grip of pain
death surrounding them and threatening
to take them walking heads held proud
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’

Imagine lands with disease caused by
catastrophic storms where hope seems to
abandon and no future seems left open
now rebuilding, surviving, planning
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’

Imagine airwaves filled with energy
amazing light the aura of a rainbow
imagine dreams coming true and a
destiny fulfilled pure as creation
you have imagined ‘Angels Incoming’

My oldest daughter has struggled so with her Lupus and continues to rise above when others would have long given up and my youngest daughter somehow is still here after being in an accident that could have taken her life or worse and she is still here and well. Sometimes it is difficult to Not Believe that there is something more, something beyond all comprehension. I, for one, believe in the possibility.