Oh, mystery, that from dark and emptiness,
can come such joy, and with it endless
bliss.
With faith unquestioned, we can in loving fly, from star to star across the endless sky.
Beyond the intimations, of your fear, lies joy to carry you across the years.
So, would you live to love, and not to grieve,
in truth you have, but only to believe.
And here, the old barn,
reflecting the light of a hundred
summers,
Yellow red and brown rainbows
glowing in porous wood.
Iconic, timeless, it Iingers
reminder of another age;
falling, it’s last act,
returning light to the earth.
Fortunate the ones who, in this dark world, refuse to surrender the bright spark of their own joy.
They live courageously, almost gleefully, denying the endless ensnarements of those who would use them as fodder for dreams of wealth and self-importance.
I know them as we pass, the glint in their eyes conveying an awareness of grief, rendered by their joy, mere subtext to the celebration of their victory over it.
Their courage, a palatable faith that others, denying fear and despair, might reject the emptiness of an objectified world and, paint upon its blank face their own radiance, a blessing greater in knowing an infants smile, a winter tree, or a single blade of grass, than any found in all wealth can convey, and knowing this, will join them and in that blessed meeting shine!
One glowing ember
The heart of every fire
All that is alight in joy
We all know that the residue of our lives flows from the land into the collected waters that nourish us, and the natural world around us; our thoughtful, or thoughtless, stewardship makes of it potion or poison enhancing or afflicting our lives.
We know from recent experience that the character of one individual can radically change the quality and character of an entire nation.
What we easily forget is that what each of us emanates: as drivers, shoppers, parents, students, teachers, contractors, or medical professionals; usually, as people in every role and situation, from simply walking down the street among others of our community to performing the most important roles, of political or civic leadership; create an amalgamation that surrounds our lives charging them with a tone and a quality that affects us all.
Our lives in the human community are a composite of what each of us brings to the life we share. Every smile and every kindness lightens the hearts of those with whom we share them, and they in turn lighten the hearts of those with whom they connect afterwards.
Every selfish impulse or harsh act similarly takes something away from all of us.
We have become so politically and socially hypersensitive and reactive that we sometimes leave a bad taste behind us and forget that the turmoil, the intolerance and even the violence around us are as much the product of what we create together as they are of the individuals who are the lightning rods for the negativity we leave in the environment around us.
Together, let us strive to fill our world with a little light, making it brighter, with every choice we make. 🌈❤️🦋
A moment, a breath, all things that bind me fall away
Bare feet breathe
Light flows, the ghost breeze
spreads itself gently across my skin
All I have accomplished,
all I own,
Falls away
Though my mind would cry fear
What Dawn’s is freedom
Said the Taoist to the philosopher
“I’m certain your words are beyond my understanding and if known by my mind would display their greatness; sadly I have misplaced it and being delighted at my current state have little inclination to seek it out and set to work on such a project“.
Time is an illusion created by our belief that we are our bodies and our intellectual minds.
It ends when, growing out of fear, we remember ourselves timeless, radiant, and whole.
May, like the rose, your beauty grow beyond
the frost killed stalk and winter hardened thorn.
By your persistence keeping faith in life,
despite the tainted hearts and willful wrong;
refreshed by loving, end the longest day
kept by kindness as true as you were born,
to end in bloom beneath a cloudless sky:
a crown to bless the sun warmed, softened thorn.
Love is the joy that radiates
From being experiencing itself.
The path I tread Is marked in growing light,
illuminating all before my eyes,
revealing every heart that I may see,
It gifts me words of light to set them free.
The touch of light illuminates my way,
across the hours unafraid and sure,
In vision joined with ancient alchemy,
awake my soul reveals the truth I see.
The blessed sight, of light too pure to know,
a moments touch can bring a lifetimes rest,
A joy so pure to know, this precious sight,
I take the path and walk in healing blessed.
My sight is touched, alight each blade and leaf,
times glowing ribbon flows with passing days,
till I sated will rest beyond this walk,
leaving my light to light another’s way.
There’s a difference between what my life was like as a person who wrote poetry and what my life is like as a poet.
Writing Poetry was like receiving letters from my soul; being a poet is like living it.
Writing Poetry was an effort to evoke in myself and for my reader some aspect of the beauty of life of which I had caught a glimpse; being a poet is like writing lines that celebrate that beauty as it fills me every day and rather than explaining it in an attempt to evoke the same realization in my reader, it is just the sharing of beauty for those who see it.
Pendragon's Poetry & Ponderings 