(fruiting and forming… not throwing..
for Alan Watts)
reddened and ripened,
oblong, fireball bulbousing;
flashes her nature.
oblong, fireball bulbousing;
flashes her nature.
nature
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step toe follows toe
hands warm in embrace
one follows another
a hearts rhythmic pace
as Heaven & Earth
like body and mind
one follows the other
your hand in mine
if we should stand still
If we stopped all time
we’d flow as a poem
two couplets in rhyme
step toe follows toe
two dancing as One
night whirls up to partner
joining in our day’s fun
draft of As We Go A for A Waltz. loosely inspired by Simon and Garfunkels “The Dangling Conversation”
I like this poem enough to share it again.
Nameless ( a poem in the park)
“The Tao is always Nameless”
Sometimes I think that I,
too would give up my name
to fade into the Mesh.
A rock gray Stream
sparkling through humid Air
faintly touching Ash Trees
housing hidden Cicadas
singing to one and other
winged Red Breast takes advantage of all
And I sit a nameless content witness
to the surrounding Nameless.
“The Tao is always nameless”. -Lao tsu
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short poems
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I am a stray cat.
A lone creature scurrying for scraps
Of knowledge in life’s back alleys.
Midnight choruses with kindred souls
Fill the cold night with songs of restlessness.
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Life is a stand up clock –
Where spring like emotions force
the gears upon gears
Of the human spirit to move in precision.
A strong Oak-like shell stands
hiding the tender energy within.
A face that projects only time.
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Vague silhouettes flash by when I close my eyes…
Quick images in black & White…
Thought race fast…
Flowers burst with color…
The world is alive…
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the unbearable lightness of Bee-ing
The bee moves knowingly,
Moving to flower from flower
Zipping through air and environment
Knowing his being
Is that of a bee. .
The bee moves unknowingly,
Trading pollen for nectar
Essence for essence
Essence for flowers
Essence for air Essence environment.
Unknowing of grand the contributing/consuming
Value of the bee.
Unknowing is the bee of the spring gales,
The gale of probability…
The gale of otherwise pleasant rainy days
That both beat down and force up flowering plants,
The gale that blows the bee violently of his course
His essence, his existence
His existence is very light.
His unknowing is very heavy
The unbearable lightness of bee-ing
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