Autumn brings cool days even falling green,
mingled with red, yellow and orange leaves;
until all the branches are bare though still serene,
but the beauty of the dancing leave is sublime-
Halcyon intricate jaunty kaleidoscopic leaves,
swirling, twirling, whirling, leaping, flying;
all that beauty so divine in time interweaves,
'til decay ... and the winter trees remain-
Abrupt breezes chilly days even frostbitten gloves,
oh, farewell to my beloved garden;
goodbye roses, tangled vines, my herbs and foxgloves,
rest beneath a blanket of snow my loves-
Mother's name only peeks quiescent,
all else is hidden beneath the pure white;
kneeling ... I leave a bright bouquet iridescent,
oh, dearest rest beneath your snowy quilt 'til spring-
ego unfed
is now dead so
we’re led by God
we walk unshod
inside God’s heart
Who nods gently
benign bliss burns
have upturned heart
that yearns for God
we know but yet
we covet lust
forgetting God
what should we do
to renew light
anew within
no one else knows
our soul rows on
in slow motion
Facial expressions
carrying the first dreams
that have never
known the word impossible
Dreams sparkling
with tomorrow's victory dances,
belly laughs,
pure joy that multiplies
with every heartbeat!
susurration shifts
jet cumuli passerines~
starlings flight sculpture
"Shifts.."
In perception
Seem to happen
Unpredictably
Immediately as
Nothing appears..
Astoundingly
Without instruction
Without fanfare...
Such love moves, love shifts
We're allowed to change of heart
Like waves goes a drifts.
flowers all gone now
grasses dried out color brown
seasons autumn fall
cool cold brisk blank air
below fifty degrees so
season change winter
after autumn falls
everything’s not dead just brown
dormant is the grounds
12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
They come
These thoughts
Ride the pillows of a dream
Torture
The befuddled muse
Drift
In a silent darkness
Dampen
The pillow
With muttered
Apologies.
John G. Lawless
©8/13/2023
Doldrum days, nothing i say make them go on their way. Away with their festering pain, smiting down the mentally sane. Bright burning light in the day bringing the sight to the brave is so close, for life has its many splendors and wonders, and for that we must endure all the thunderclouds and sunder, as we ponder of life ever after, its shaky and incomprehensible cries and laughter. many speak and rebuttal all the acclimations of the extreme and the subtle.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
All this fighting must be stopped, plant your roots and grow or suffocate and rot, for the low never prosper in their filth and clots, and they will never glow, glow with enlightenment and the knowing of the know. You may never spark your light when your eyes carry only freight and not a shred of adventure, so look around at the pyres of your passions which radiate your loves and indentures, they will guide you through this path to your above.
When the veil shifts
Space shimmers
Manifest reality shifts
The vibrational essence
Of all that is, becomes clear
And with this knowing dawns bliss
As a gentle, tingling, toroidal current
A deep transcendental peace engulfs us
With presence positioned in the Bardo
Defying translation and yet we must
Drawn to the creative impulse
Which though is agendaless
Is alive, aglow and vibrant
Poised in the void thus
02-November-2022
How about if time thinks out of the box
Let it be cunning, as sly as a fox
Instead of forward, shift into reverse
Life might be better, if you're not risk-averse
Now just think, in November
if instead of December
The next month was October
and after that, September --
That would be a year to remember
And of course, no need to be older than 50
once you hit five-oh, just back up and go
49, 48, 47, 46 ~ Time would be fun
if it would think of such tricks
Yet calendars have been printed
coins have been minted
There's money in keeping things
the way that they are
So, I guess I'll move to an island
way far away in the sea
Where time won't bother
to sneak up on me
as we journey through life
through many a turbid storm
silence and stillness ushers
divine bliss currents warm
oscillations gradually dampen
as we shift towards the centre
these are silent subtle shifts
bubbling bliss our heart enters
negating nothing embracing this-ness
as head melds into our heart
vibrant void of silence all pervading
fulcrum where bliss ignition starts
15-February 2021
My way is not that far
my path is not that black tar
my bicycle is deflated
but your heart is inflated
i go in peace and war the way i came
all i see in my eye is a blank game
your yellow pale face
turning shifts like a phase
the crescent waits for me
as the horizon sinks deep in the tree
roses are now dried
our wedding ring is now fried
let me go my way
till i will forget this day
Ambiance flourish,
Strews cool odour of spring;
Feelings swing in inebriation;
Dreams too flow,
In the drift of bliss;
All seem awesome,
Feel like life in paradise;
Narcissism blinds our eyes,
See nothing except green;
Veils our mind,
Lurks our thoughts;
Forget there is always autumn,
In the next stage of life;
Veins go weak and dry,
Wrinkles form in face,
Body weakens, heart shrinks;
Essence of love shifts,
From tender age to old age;
Lived own life,
Now it's turn of tender youngs,
Give space so they can flourish;
Watch them rise,
And live for them rest of life;
© Sadashivan Nair
At times I think,” I wish I would of felt this when I were younger, I would have known! ” Then I remember the “rites of passage”
arriving in autumn on the the wing of a ring-neck dove.
Weaving light between knowing and unknowing.
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