Dawn chirps a melody
Birds of promise beckon me
High-fliers inspire emulators
to flap our wings, become creators
Ahead lies adventure
sunlight, the perfect mentor
In my pinions, the day awaits
rise and shine, tempt the fates
Categories:
emulators, adventure, bird, flying, song,
Form: Couplet
Beyond the Family Within
Immanent is the kernel of consciousness
embedded within every living thing
no matter how big or small is the creature.
It is this spooky common disconnectedness
that allows the spark of entanglement
to trigger an emotional response
to and fro from all living things.
It is from the within of all things
interconnected, that the transcendent spirit begins
to grow beyond the sum of the parts via an evolving inheritance.
Transcendental immanency is the whisper of leaves in the breeze
It is the murmur of waves lapping in the seas,
It is the eyes matching-making with glints that please
It is the warmth of shared smile that both emulators sees
It is entanglement, the spooky spiritual links that appease,
join, bind and interconnect all living things
into a family within, immanent and transcendent.
Categories:
emulators, creation, nature, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
It is for me to watch...
to stand in where the shadows were,
absorb the light
and fill my heart
with those vignettes of knowing,
skittering before my inner eyes
like diamond dust.
Here is my chance to age
with wisdom not my own
but wander here between the stones,
their relative array, perhaps
a sage's gift in chiaroscuro
stone, to stone, to stone.
The night is for the cherishing,
the silent requiem,
the first and last 'Shalom'
to fade without regret.
This is where the shadows were...
Shalom to feast upon and to forget
but for the watchers,
emulators of the Holy Ones,
the breathless worshipers at Stonehenge
echoing the chant of God
across ten thousand years
and you may hear the whisper of it
now, within...death is a dream
you saw at Easter Island, and
upon a mountain in Peru.
Watch along the deathless hours
before the sun appears.
~
Categories:
emulators, inspirational, easter,
Form: Free verse
Why should the woods be caged
In order to look alike?
Multi-colored umbrellas
In the wild
Jailed in a hat
Mold makers with style
Colors, feathers, and sounds
Stomping off your mind
Vibrations dig up a smile
That cracks all the way
Up to your melting eyes
Emulators of light
Outsider tones
Flooding your speech
One slaughtered sheep
Absorbed by the void
Returns as gray, rolling spheres
With no value at all
Fish turn unable to drop
Their folded paper stones
Sand walkers of our world
Canned mushrooms lay ahead
They all look the same
Sons of a geometric shape
Nothingness growing up
Directly from your head
Falling around your neck
Stands locked, so it waits
For you to smash the jar
Revival of the white flash
Ideas should not fit in a hat....
Categories:
emulators, philosophy
Form: Free verse