Chasing Wings

A bird flying after its wings
I in search of me
as sunbeams float
leisurely earthward

Light darkens
ethereal voices of endless stars
filling heaven’s unfathomable vastness
with deafening silence singing


Last Antiarchi flies alone
amongst dampen clouds
as a Tabby swims
beneath undulating icy waves
near a distant polar shore


Two from an indivisible one
somethingness
spontaneously
from nothingness

Reason a ghost
a past epiphany’s
shadow
tries to rule on crumbling sand

Time trembles
as it’s last grain
falls away

One breath
a pause and
an exhale’s smile

Return

My wish for you
is a homecoming in this life.
A coming in out of the cold;
a drying off the icy rain’s touch.
In the holy reliquary
of childhood memory
may you find there the unshakable truth
of your preciousness.
May you remember the cool and padded graces
of your wet feet against stone.
In the middle of a long night,
a single burning light
serving as your peace,
may you fold back the pocket
holding you slights,
your jilted times,
your feelings of betrayal,
and discover small diamonds there,
created from crushed coal
of your hates and rage.
May you taste resurrection
without the need of dying for it.

- From Building Fences in High Winds: Poems of Longing, Frank MacEowen.

Namaste!

Life is a gift?

(A moment of doubt)

Life is a gift
wonderful miracle given
flower unfolding in spring.

Sunlight after
a storm
skies clear
air clean, fresh
so easy to fly.

Why did I
trample it in the mud?

I can't get it off
the slime won't come off.

Can't breathe the muddy water
just can't breathe any more
sun is gone
spring, summer gone
fall fading fast
only winter remains.

Will spring follow winter?

I think not this time,
not this time.

Too much lost
too many wrongs.

Too many
just too, too many…


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I wanted to play the music
singing in my soul
music that everyone would feel.

But I only wrote words
empty, meaningless words
devoid of feeling
impossible to understand.

Life is a gift
what have I done to mine,
oh, what have I done to mine?

No, I think life is a curse
a curse given to some
I have taken mine
embraced it
and it has taken me.

Taken me whole
swallowed me
digested me
and all that remains
is shit.

Dark moments come and engulf joy, grinding it into oblivion. This is one of those, fleeting but, none-the-less a moment; one with deceptive and yet seemly veracious insight

Some People

~by Flavia Weedn~

Some people come into our lives
and leave footprints on our hearts
and we are never ever the same.

Some people come into our lives
and quickly go... Some stay for awhile
and embrace our silent dreams.

They help us become aware
of the delicate winds of hope...
and we discover within every human spirit
there are wings yearning to fly.

They help our hearts to see that
the only stairway to the stars
is woven with dreams...
and we find ourselves
unafraid to reach high.

They celebrate the true essence
of who we are...
and have faith in all
that we may become.

Some people awaken us
to new and deeper realizations...
for we gain insight
from the passing whisper of their wisdom

Throughout our lives we are sent
precious souls...
meant to share our journey
however brief or lasting their stay
they remind us why we are here.

To learn... to teach... to nurture... to love

Some people come into our lives
to cast a steady light
upon our path and guide our every step
their shining belief in us
helps us to believe in ourselves.

Some people come into our
lives to teach us about love...
The love that rests within ourselves.

Let us reach out to others
and feel the bliss of giving
for love is far richer in action
that it ever is in words.

Some people come into our lives
and they move our souls to sing
and make our spirits dance.

They help us to see that everything on earth
is part of the incredibility of life...
and that it is always there
for us to take of its joy.

Some people come into our lives
and leave footprints on our hearts
and we are never ever the same.

God's Eyes

“Look at the animals roaming the forest: God’s spirit dwells within them. Look at the birds flying across the sky: God’s spirit dwells within them. Look at the tiny insects crawling in the grass: God’s spirit dwells within them. Look at the fish in the river and sea: God’s spirit dwells within them. There is no creature on earth in whom God is absent. Travel across the ocean to the most distant land, and you will God’s spirit in the creatures there. Climb up the highest mountain, and you will find God’s spirit among the creatures who live at the summit. When God pronounced his creation was good, it was not only that his hand had fashioned every creature; it was that his breath had brought every creature to life. Look too at the great trees of the forest: look at the wildflowers and the grass in the fields; look even at your crops. God’s spirit is present with all plants as well. The presence of God’s spirit in all living things is what makes them beautiful; and if we look with God’s eyes, nothing on earth is ugly.”

- Pelagius




Look also in the mirror, deep within your eyes, it is God’s spirit shining there.

The Rock

Opening Stanza from Choruses from "The Rock"
by T S Eliot

The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.

O perpetual revolution of configured stars,

O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,

O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying

The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to GOD.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from GOD and nearer to the Dust.