FOLLOW ME
By Frank Daub
I am sensing my dimensions.
That I have them, I am aware.
The challenge is in knowing.
The tragedy is to care.
Dimensions, definitions
limitations -- all.
The work is not to choose,
But prevent an entrapping wall.
Requirements? Only natural.
Before ending, to make a choice.
“Follow Me”, a haunting message
Follow Me – an eternal voice.
Sensing
Prejudice is a pendulum
that swings both ways-
I write,
not so much
for you to know,
as for me to tell...
Life isn't always a pattern,
Sometimes it's a Kaleidoscope!
Hope is entering my life again
after a very painful and bleak era
I can see, hear, feel, smell and taste it!
I can see it coming in the form
of opportunities, poems being created,
people guiding and helping me
I can feel it in the form of peace, hugs, and
the lack of numbness that has been around
for a very long time
I can taste it because of the numbness
leaving and making way for more acute taste
I can hear it in the form of music, encouragement
and many audio sensory experiences
I can smell it in the form of the unique smell of
each of the special people in my life,
the smell of thunderstorms, the smell of the summer
flowers and most of all, the smell of life
See designs of Creator abound
so wondrous the cycle of rebirth
all we need do is look all around
Hear the thunder claps conducting rain
set into motion here on this Earth
such a light show is our flashy gain
Smell the first fresh cut grass of new spring
an unseen hand makes magical mirth
unites childhood with what we now sing
Taste of sweet honey on curve of spoon what poignant reminder of our worth
over bees we should gratefully swoon
Touch your warmth to mine; we're hand in hand
of joy in my soul there is no dearth
I only begin to understand
cute baby smiling
showing two teeth feeling fine.
sensing joy to bite.
Thoughts whisper tales of what has been,
In tenses old, a faded scene.
To pierce that veil, a conscious plea,
Drop mind's chatter, and simply be.
Let senses bloom, a vibrant hue,
The world unfolds, forever new.
Embrace the touch, the scent, the sound,
Where present moments can be found.
And as they rise, both sharp and sweet,
The pang of pain, the pleasure's heat,
Allow them passage, swift and free,
Embracing all that comes to thee.
No clinging tight, no pushing far,
Each feeling is a passing star.
Release the grip, the need to hold,
In this continuum, brave and bold.
For now it flows, a constant
Where past and future gently hide.
In sensing deep, and letting go,
The Now continuum starts to glow.
I am watching birds ,
flowers in garden,
field with glossy grass.
grasshopper hopping.
kids playing on ground.
I am feeling
the gentle breeze,
warmth of morn -Sun,
freshness of dawn.
Kids giggling.
Cat mewing
Birds chirping
wild blooms
Jasmine
Tea
dark skies overhead
the tide rolling in
sand dunes and sea grass
nimbus moving near
distant lightning bolts
wind in my hair
a sudden chill
sand under foot
anxiety
thunder's roar
gulls squawking
waves crashing
the sea
fresh air
salt
a quickening of the pulse
sensing what’s coming
a lifting of the heart
the atmosphere humming
lighter shades of gray first
then brilliant colors in streaks
the majesty of the dawning
prelude to sun’s crowning…
the whole world’s reborn, alive
yet humanity still sleeps
If men only knew what they’re missing
from their beds they would leap
SENSING THE END
I think I’ve given you all I’ve got
Perhaps it’s that I’ve lost the plot
Not something I have seen before
No passion is there anymore
Light in your eyes has dimmed somewhat
sinister feeling
grim reapers happy playground
death feels nearby
** In Spirit with Trees **
I feel sad, feeling a kind of tragedy
When I see that a storm
has broken…
has felled trees.
Grass everywhere green, rises.
Flowers splendidly gracing…And
Blessed crops progress us all… But,
The fig, olive, walnut, willow, ash, and magnolia —
The palm, maple, oak, redwood, and evergreen —
The any and every kind of tree affect me,
As I breathe and dearly perceive.
I must confide, my curiosity
about trees has deepened
Since decades ago, when I read
some Japanese folklore
Tells of the believing their ancestors
Could remain here becoming spirits in trees.
That idea — plus the knowledge about how eons of trees
evolved since their days amidst the dinosaurs —
Has
…increased my awe of them, as I see
growth and strength for purposes, and to possibly
inspire as towering sillouhettes against the sky…
Beautifully awakening wonder, with a mysterious
Sensing
Trees may stand waiting communicate.
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(c) sally young eslinger 7/6/23
Thanks be to God—-
As I sense the inner plight of lone cries, I walk inside their torn shoes
Yes, my EYES may have dimmed from aging.
And my EARS may be a little dug from added years.
But my heart still beats to the tune of space and time.
From then until now; from there to here; let there be no
doubt; my love for you still reigns superior over all but God.
The AROMA of your presence never ceases to overwhelm.
No, I'm not blind.
I see the beauty in you that I have always seen.
I hear the rhythm and sound of your heartbeat.
From a fountain deep, I feel the joy I have always felt.
I still see the gold that glitters on your smiling face.
Fifty years have not degraded nor eroded our TASTE of love.
And I feel the silver TOUCH from the warmth of your hands.
032022PS
A Forest Dance
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for a dance around the tree
four youths link hands
circling
giggling into a cathartic
collapse
joyous over burrowed-under
bridges above the ground
of the nutrient-searching
long mossy roots
arms out
and then
they ran off
the tree left sensing
her ancient coarse bark
crusted coat creaking
as the winds hit
and knowing near
the solemn hanging
swaying
of uncountable needles
of pines aloft branching
on out of the forest
byway close to infinity
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(Written for Jim)
(c) sally young Eslinger 12/18/21
Thanks be to God
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