Here in the Kali Yuga (Dark Age)
We are no longer sustained by the high
And mighty order of Tradition
Instead waves of chaos
Swell on the tide of freedom
What was high is brought low
And what was low is held high
If only for an instant
As eventually all men
Rise and fall to their natural level.
Here in the Kali Yuga
As we wander blindly in the dark, dissolution reigns
And so as we wouldn’t expect a child
To understand why
We shouldn’t expect the newborn woke mass
To understand who they are or what they do
These are the times of dissolution after all
When the ignorant embrace their ignorance as wisdom.
To everything its season
- this being the season of destruction and want -
To everyone their time
- this being the time to retreat and preserve -
Till when the tide turns and flood abates
And the scorched and scoured earth regrows.
Then even the children of the flood
May see the need to know
And perhaps their children will inherit
A capacity and ability evolution
Chose a generation to skip.
Until then we wait in silence
In caves and archipelagos
And gather the inner forces
We’ll need to face the dawn.
(12/1/23)
Categories:
regrows, culture, society,
Form: Narrative
Rolling ruby rivers reflect
Recovered roses' refined respect
Releasing reborn, renegade rainbows
Redeemed regret rarely regrows
7/21/22
Categories:
regrows, rainbow, recovery from, remember,
Form: Rhyme
New Year rings it's bell with sheer
Ebullience as the Phoenix that is America regrows
Wings charred off by heat of chaos and division
Bright prospects shine again on the horizon
Earth, come this spring will be new and
Green again; the flowers of change will bloom!
Indigo moods continue to lift, and sad eyes
Now gleam, at long last. Hallelujah! God is good.
Now America excitedly drums her timpani.
It's all coming up red roses across the
Nation, and may the roses bloom all year long!
God, please shine your light on all of humanity
Save us from any engulfing abyss. Amen.
New Beginnings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Date written: 01/25/2021
Categories:
regrows, america, happiness, hope, perspective,
Form: Acrostic
A sea of white
full and thick with windy flaked snow
falling tiny, quiet, in sharp cold bites,
shutting in those folks, once on the go.
Huddled beneath cozy fleece throws,
savoring coffee, tea, hot chocolate delights
to warm the bodies, watching old television shows.
Souls safe at home each member secure in sight
sharing as the family dynamic regrows.
Though holidays have passed, the joy still ignites
of gathering the love and memories combo.
Let it snow, let it snow, all day and night,
the world seems still and quiet in January shadows
bringing peace and love as we all re-unite.
Categories:
regrows, january, snow,
Form: Rhyme
There comes a rise before the fall.
And there is that that destroys all.
But in the debris there is a distress call.
A call for help that pleads to all.
The minutest aid is essential.
And a word of encouragement is more than enough.
For what is destroyed has to be rebuilt.
And mistakes have to be corrected.
For a cut down tree regrows
And a burnt piece of land reflourishes.
With it's debris serving as lessons.
Lessons that are essential for future growth.
But now with experience, development is faster.
And caution serves as its measure.
Triumph as it's pleasure.
And progress as it's desire,
Comes after destruction,
And after the storm..
Categories:
regrows, recovery from...,
Form: Rhyme