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I set out on a journey to circle the galaxy
And tour the length and breadth of the sea
It is the journey that I dreamed of when I was a child
To see the world in a sail boat and stay afloat
I am always seeking for deeper meaning in the contours
of everything and I love to explore the beginning and the ending of the sea to see if anything is wrapped up in a bottle for me, I have thrown it there for more than twenty years but it keeps floating around from city to town trying to locate me, I still do not know how we got here, the truth is hard to decipher but once you get it you will not weaver,it will sink deep in your bones and it will tell you more about me than you ever did see. The waves are riding high and as far as your eyes can behold you See the lining stretched across the sea and someone is standing there waiting for thee, the sea with all its trouble is the only place that you can find serenity and the journey is long if try to figure it out, but there is something there that you have to see it is well guarded in the bosom of the sea, you have got to brave the wind and keep the sails on the boat because distance is what life is about, if you can cover that area in five second, you wouldn’t have to try in another year, lest you have to complete the journey on the sea for another twenty more years, when life get tough the sea will comfort you, when the waves are choppy the wind will smooth it out .and the multitude will join you and the forces will carry you. Look across the ocean at the rough sea there is a message floating in the water for me, and when you find it, don’t open it, just take it to me.The seas is rough but do life will treat you kindly.
Look at sky above you and tell me what you see
Listen to the sounds around you and carved out
The giant wave that is beating on heightened rocks
And scrolling around the sea with open guts
The clouds are getting dark and the eagle is
Having an altercation with the lark and destiny
Is crawling on its knees in the dark
Look at the shadows in front of you, the thirsty
Desert is mourning for you, the journey is long
But courage will push you along so keep pressing on
The shapeless day keep slipping away and
The morning and the evening embodied in one
And my heart is singing a courageous song
A Force is coming towards thee with magnitude
And power, to break the hearts of steel and
Push you around in the ferries wheel
Look across the sea and tell me what you see
The sparrow on the line with its bulging eyes
Has set out a pattern for you to move
Walk straight then pivot when you confront the dark
The sun has gone down and
And destiny is about to hit the ground
Strap yourself to the tree and the
Shadows will pass over thee.
I could see your face this morning, with the rising of the sun.
Once again, I'm captivated, but such a beautiful one.
As I look across this land, I see such beauty and such grace.
I can see you every where, the glow of your pretty face.
You are always on my mind, my thoughts are now all yours.
I now know in my heart, you're the one I've been searching for.
No longer do I feel empty, no longer do I feel lost
I'm thankful every single day, that our paths did finally cross.
As I look up to the morning sky, through the fog and all of the mist.
I can't wait to see your eyes, and taste your cherry red lips.
My heart will always stay this way, just thinking about you.
You've given me something special, a life to look forward to.
My best guess is that it was some 20 years ago that
the number 100 represented years I wanted to live.
This was my request to The Lord, adding that I would
like to revisit the matter then to see if I wanted to
live beyond 100. It was a prayer of simplicity without
conditions, declarations, decrees, or qualifications.
It was all about longevity, legacy, serving God and
humanity. At that point, the matter was closed.
A few years ago, as I was sharing my longevity dream
with a friend, he countered with the fact that he'd
rather not live that long. For Bob, about 85 years
would suffice.
So, I concluded that I needed to revisit The Lord with
an amendment granting me 'a healthy 100 years'. Having
included that caveat, I then felt much better about 100.
I must say that my friend's comment about being both
aged and healthy was a sobering one of which I took
serious note.
When I look across the horizon of our shattered world
and the challenges to be faced, issues personal, foreign,
and domestic that refuse to be silenced, there is a toss
and turn in my spirit. Although inconclusive with second
thoughts, I'm still inclined toward a climb to 100.
062023PS.
Growing the fruits of your labor in Socorro county
Around here they call it New Mexico true
Down in Lemitar you can get the best of the best
The warm days' and cool nights, the fields of green chile grew
This crop has become known worldwide in places afar
Dedicated day and night to it being a successful harvest
Long hours and true love of this way of life they embrace
The chile, beautiful and mature, it's the hot days' of August
Sacks of burlap full to the top begin the journey across the state
Crack of the burners, metal cylinders turn, roasted green chile fills the air
This smell, it is nothing short of heaven on earth
Our call to fame with a little New Mexico flare
The season is short, late Autumn wind blows the dust off a cowboys boots
The chile turns deep red now, the last of the season
The ground is bare as I take one last look across the land
The Zia on our flag gives me pride, that's my reason
Why things happen, well who's to say
Perhaps the fields will be green again someday
A hurt in my heart, I lower my Stetson and walk away
The fields belong to spirit now, looking in the distance I see the rain
They called him dearly, Guru, a creative seer;
He was tall,built well with features sharp,
Grey hair on head, face and even brows too;
With strong and straight a gait did he move;
His sharp and keen eyes did search and warp
Aye ,into the depths of things all over,did peer
His gifted fingers felt beyond the impetus
Of what he saw or heard : a percept unique
That was with ease and spell -bound, fraught
With the sly obvious and the latent unsought
Drives and prompts happy or depressions bleak,
His canvas divined even the wild desert cactus
Casting a blank look across the hills he stood
Watching the cloudy symbols in the sky,distant
That gained into a chaos of beauty and charm;
As he just felt the touch of a little hand warm,
Turned round, startled to find a child the instant
Posing to beseech and get the feel of the good
Forms disappeared shaping the new ones bright
And the heavens seemed to charge afresh, anew:
The glorious, invincible creation aloft :a rainbow,
All at once spilling beams of the hue,chroma row
With both the hands pulling the aged hands skew
The child implored with a feeling of blended right
'Paint for me that happiness, now if you could '
Delighted,thence the achiever to his atelier led
Him and offered many and various lot to choose
From the flora,fauna with scenes in motley hues,
The pets and beasts seen or unknown, instead;
'Nay. I just want the one over there, if you could'
"Look here, Sir: I want just that one for sure"
The little finger pointed to the far away sunset,
And the bright and beautiful rainbow distinct..
Nothing looked so real, so lovely and succinct;
"Oh dear! God is a painter greater than all yet "
"Master Depictor, of everything serene and pure!"
A mirror view skimming over waters
When I hold you in my hands
Little flower as warmly your colour shines
Beautiful touching to the vision
Listening to the sounds of birds song enchanting the air
In a cloudy blue sky
Warm winds breathing in deeply touching breaths
I look across the water waves rippling upon the surface
Amazing grace you sit on this world throne
Softly in song sings your praise
A shrine from the mountain speaks
Envisioning a primrose warmly it surrounds
Sweet scent of heavens garden
Taking the eyes on a trip soul searching
Dreaming as I do
Of building a castle in the sky
to honour such beauty I hold it in your sunlight
As I look across the prairie that used to be my home,
I realize that the future for my children looks hopeless.
They’re going to grow up in a world with nowhere to roam.
Who are these people destroying my land with carelessness?
We’ve lived here in peace with the Indians for years.
Their culture know how to live with us in harmony.
These new people coming through cause us to live in fear.
They have no idea how to use the world and all its beauty.
Some may say that advancement in civilization is a good thing,
But I suppose that depends on which side of the fence you’re on.
For those of us that graze on the land and all that she brings,
The birth of a city is just a reminder that our past is gone.
Silent Secrets. Rumi
First time I ever saw you
I could not say a word.
But somehow in that moment
my love is what you heard.
So drawn to one another
and the love we'd come to know.
Hidden in the silence
was the love that we watched grow.
Times of hardship found us
with sadness and with gloom.
We found the comfort needed.
A single look across the room.
Surely there were whispers
like promises we made.
But it's in the silent secrets
that I would never trade.
The way our souls connected
and the love that we had found.
The words of love we shared
when we never made a sound.
Like a flower loves the sunshine
and a dream loves coming true.
That's the way you love me
and the way that I love you.
Edwin C Hofert
Visual #2
Maybe I will never be happy again
Fall will never smell like it used to
The swing set will stay squeaky and rusty, and I will always be too tall
My feet will graze the mulch, and I kick my toes under it
As I have my fortune read
By the only other 4th grader on this side of the soccer field
I won’t marry a man named James
I won’t have three children and an orange cat
I will always be afraid of wasps
And feelings
And whispering
I will always be the kid who won’t swim in the ocean
Or read in front of the class
I will always look across the water to the happier kids
And long to be there as well
And think
“Maybe there will come a day where I will be with them”
Or perhaps I will stay on the shore
Still building my sandcastles
And trying not to think about happiness
And the stars fall and I never met him
And I think that’s what I’m really scared of.