Body long gone
In a tomb on the hill side
Body long gone
In a tomb in the afterlife
Still a prison in afterlife
If you're living in fear
But the body's too dear
When you want to see clear
Relax to divine the hidden meaning
When you're head's on the stake
But your mind is awake
Sure you've made some mistakes
Relax you'll be fine
If it's all you can take
That your psyche might break
When you want to escape
Relax to divine the hidden meaning
But the world isn't there
It's the soul that we share
We feel lighter than air
Where God created life
There life must be*
*T-23.II.19:2
A thirst for walking shoes tightens ankle bones –
it would be sure enough a miracle
if for at least one morning
I could parachute out of my own inner attic
to make a soft landing into
lighter than air sneakers.
Alas this world is overrun with footnotes,
warnings that we are not to take anything at all
for granted.
Amazing how some days
allot me just enough time
to recall, that I am not yet,
or may never be,
Bonafide.
The spiritual path is rocky and narrow,
agile mountain goats get ahead of us,
as we slog behind
picking up their leavings,
each dropping a footnote an*
that the race we have been losing for years
may be already over.
If (by any chance),
I have any wisdom left to me,
I would vehemently caution all:
for God’s sake
to always read the small print -
*
Standing on a crag
Frozen against the storm
Wrap another layer on
Rain biting through me
Throwing coins to the waves
Trading hope for affection
Thunder without lightning
Blind on wet rocks
You pull up alongside me
Drawing back the clouds
Peeling off the wet layers
Baring my skin to the Sun
Taking me below decks
Holding me while I shiver
Safe and warm in your embrace
Melting into your beauty
I had prayed
For the waves to snatch me
Take me beneath their black peaks
Bury me on the seafloor
Now I dream of flying
Above the sea
Lighter than air itself
Straight into your heart
a spangled stand stood at a summer fair
the sugar shack sells at nine dollars a treat
pastel skeins of silk spun lighter than air
melt-in-mouth-goodness, so delectable and sweet
each tender bite is a firework of ecstasy
but this transient delight sure costs a pretty penny!
have to screw it down
tightly lately
being often lighter than air
it tends to float
it gets stuck somewhere
maybe in tree limbs
or under a parked car on a rainy day
then again it often feels
like a 100 pounds of suet
a drag to carry around
so daily i screw it if its floats
or lift it up on a hoist
to drain off all the kind of bull crap
any soul can pick up
when it rolls around in the mud
like a flop-eared hound dog
i tell it that it is most certainly real
however
unfortunately
i am not
being only a deranged
figment of its imagination
and that i am sorry
about all the
screwing
lifting
draining and dragging
then it rests for a while
with a smile on my face
in the event
in the event that i dont wake up tomorrow
please hold your tears and your sorrow
for i am finally free
no more pain inside of me
no more unexplained symptoms or signs
or wavering and trying times
no closed ears with eyes and looks of disbelief
no questions of my pain with no answers of relief
if im gone in the morning
please hold your mournings
for when you think of me now
think of me with the clouds
finally lighter than air
im here and im there
no longer sick
no longer a burden
free
("Reflections", 2023, original encaustic)
Acquiring the Taste
What is it that makes life meaningful?
What is it that makes us whole?
Somewhere deep within
Is the quiet place
Of peace and serenity
A secret healing garden
That has open doors for us all.
And it doesn’t matter which one we take,
What matters is simply finding it, entering
Acquiring the taste
To return again and again
Making it a habit of mind
A beautiful obsession
Of the light that knows no dark.
It’s not hard to do, entering this space,
It doesn’t even involve work or effort,
The work and effort
Is simply remembering, recollecting
This which is our birthright, and
So allow the faith to bloom
On its own, in its own way and time.
The work is thus just getting out of the way
Not bringing our usual haul of baggage
To the sacred
Remembering instead to notice and enjoy
What is simply here and now
Needing no addition or subtraction
No condition or preparation.
What is and always has been
More intimate than breath,
More subtle than substance
More pervasive than space
Clearer than sunlight
Lighter than air, and
More terrifying than anything imaginable.
(2/21/24)
Lying in a patch of clover,
we're lulled to sleep by buzzing bees.
And resting there under the trees,
we let our feelings take over.
Snuggled together, our eyes closed,
my fingers gently stroke your hair.
And our hearts feel lighter than air;
two lovers, intimately posed.
Blanketing us with dappled light,
Sol tucks us in with a warm smile.
And Nature goes that extra mile:
scattering every cloud in sight.
As reality pauses time,
love forges two souls into one.
And makes our moment in the sun
extraordinarily sublime.
When your body tingled, in concert with your mind
goosebumps flowing up and down your spine
Electricity surging through you
to fingertips intertwined two by two
When you seized your partner's head
locked into kisses, 'twould never end
And lighter than air your feet swept along
to the melody of a distant song ...
You never pictured the finish line ~
standing next to Father Time
Finding happiness I become weightless;
A giggle? I’m ready for anything,
even a swan dive off a creaky plank;
An idea with a smile’s limitless,
that intense energy’s levitating;
Whatever inspires me I turn that crank
like fireworks my poetry will deploy;
Floating on daisies in a riverbank
arms behind my neck I’m lighter than air,
nearby a paper plane called ‘No Joy.’
and sank.
...... Here I fly ....
Do you know why
Have no reason to stay
Going home today
Lighter than air
Not a care
Cause I dare
Yesterday lies behind
Tomorrow is out of mind
What lies ahead
The love I will be fed
Flying foward
Ever towards
Past the horizon I go
It's all I know
Past the clouds in the sky
So high
.. I fly ...
A never ending flight
Beyond sight
Like a bird flying free
How that would be
Break earth's binding tie
So high
I dare to fly
... Set free ...
What wonders I see
Flying beyond tomorrow
Towards the land of no sorrow
Towards my new home waiting
Cause I didn't spend my time hating
My soul is now free to fly
Never to die
... No reason to cry ...
My wings are just carring me home
Done is my time to roam
Past what lies behind
Cause I know what I'll find
Peace of mind
So I fly
.... Ever so high ....
Balloons
Round and full,
Always seeking the sky,
Lighter than air.
Reminders
To celebrate
Birthdays and birth.
Hold tight the cord -
No escape with the wind –
Joy on a string
Bright colors dance -
Welcome to happy times -
Rainbows of laughter
Always young
Holding a balloon
Smiling hearts laughing
2-16-23
Contest: Balloons
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
The mind is a high flyer.
An altitude of any measure
allows it to breathe clearer.
The mind breathes you.
Close out this world
follow the song-cycles
of your land-locked
wind-blown lungs.
Let that singing soar,
let go of all tethers
ride that lighter than air wind
up, up, up.
Hold on to nothing
gravity has no asway upon you,
you can rise forever
dance over any gleaming universe.
Enter that 'cloud of unknowing'
that birthed you; deliver yourself
from all dust of thought
until joy and laugher
boosts you
into that radiant immensity
of inner space, there you arise
as a star that knows no roof, ceiling
nor end.
It's pretty fast
unless you are balloon or a feather,
speedy, especially if you are drugged up on painkillers
and have imbibed a few glasses of Pinot Noir
then gravity is faster than a classic corvette
stuffed full of classified documents.
Otherwise it's hard to measure
but in my case
it's about 5'11" and flapping.
I may resemble a lead balloon at such times,
but I'm okay.
if i were an astronaut adrift in space
I would be orbiting my own brain
wondering
what the hell Einstein meant.
Back on earth I am kissing carpet.
I just can't do the gravity-math,
but when the floor hit my face
I cussed-out all modern day physicists
and their impossibly confusing theories.
I am taking 'Red Bull' today, straight from the can
and hope to be lighter than air
any time soon.
Her face
Her haunting eyes
The luscious red lips...
Shuffling midst leaves between his feet
Meandering emotions of desire
A fog in his head, swimming upstream
Then lifting, replaced by the pure heat of fire
Her soft auburn hair
The slope of her shoulders
The sway of her hips and her waist...
He plots his next move midst mounting fear
Would he ever whisper his passion in her ear
The rain poured down now, soaking his clothes
He'd ring her doorbell, give her that rose
Aloft in a mist
Lighter than air
A vision, enticing and fair...
He'd purchased the flower, shaved and showered
Hustled cross town, though late was the hour
Finger poised on her doorbell, his decision unmade ~
At the sight of two silhouettes intertwined on her shade
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