Sands of time slip through the glass
An existence with a million moments drift past
Each grain a lifetime of pain and despair
While others spread joy and hope we can share
A place where past, present and future collide
Gone in an instant, yet oh what a wonderful ride
The seasons pass by alarmingly fast; a deadline comes due
Buckle up, the time has come for chaos to ensue
There is a beginning, is there truly an end
The path forges up and down, with a twist and a bend
Questions hang like the infinite stars from above
Answers will elude, until time gives that little shove
grace in-pours from the fontanel’s open door
mirrored likewise at third eye on our forehead
heart the recipient with God at the oar
birthing magnetism where we’re by bliss beats led
so though receptive presence now keeps no score
love pheromones in each cell of form are bred
manifesting rapture of unbound measure
renewal continual which we treasure
liken space to be a screen
on which polarities dance
we know we are that not this
when we make erect our stance
Mary in dove white
Adorned in radiant light
Kneeling to the cross
Where the Conquering Star rose
Where Egypt’s white lotus bloomed
why would we let thoughts soil
purity of bliss bubbles bursting
when we feel therein complete
though yet for wisdom thirsting
feel the here now this
with fragmented mind rested ~
we are that stillness
Sings a song of timeless good
Midst each season's display.
Robin-tweeted to crow-cawed
Bud's, nut's, stem-clipped does sway.
Festive,whatever the mood
Down there. Man-browed does brood.
Spirit, round the earth does blow.
With each intake who lives!
Itself but to one higher
Full-breasted its praise gives.
Evangelist! The Lord's. O!
Man, hearten. And follow!
It’s pretty obvious that dogs are simple
Yet alert and engaged creatures.
They live in the moment
And are alive to everything that fills their senses.
In this they are like most animals.
What I often wonder is what do they get from us,
Us with our sense of abstract time
And third person perspective?
Does this perspective rub off on them,
Bleed into their minds the way other mental illnesses
Can become contagious?
Since they are such great empaths
Do they get a sense of our otherness
Our uniquely differentness
Which we call consciousness
And value so highly?
Or are they actually not so different than us,
Conscious but not egotistically so
More like dog-like
Simple and honest, enthusiastic and something
We humans seem to find so difficult,
Relaxedly so.
(10/3/26)
The weathered sign by the cemetery gate
Is painted in faded red:
“When passing through Fairlawn’s ancient arch,
Do not step on the cobblestone, step on the larch.”
No elder down on Broadway remembers the night,
Or why we avoid the stone,
Or what had occurred near the dusty track
When a traveler walked alone.
We single-file past the red-dirt drive,
Careful and light-of-toe,
Eyeing the dull gray paving block
Where the prairie winds never blow.
The children whisper it like a rhyme
On their walk home from the square,
Though the gusting air through the pecan trees
Sounds like a warning there.
For last fall, young Thomas, to prove he was brave,
Set his boot on the stone with a sneer—
And the ground beneath swallowed his shadow whole,
Though Thomas is standing right here.
He walks down 3rd Street, quiet and pale,
His eyes like two hollows of frost,
Never stepping on wood, never speaking a word,
Forever untethered and lost.
So we bow our heads in the October chill
And tread on the timber, aligned—
Observing a law whose reason is dead,
Lest we leave our shadows behind.
neither resisting nor seeking ~
we let God do all the speaking
Holiness and Righteousness seem far away
out of our human reach, it seems
but listen to God's voice through Paul
brings hope for God desires to redeem
But the Apostle here speaks from God
to put on the new self by His Spirit
without God's help, it can't be done
by His Holy Spirit's action within a minute
Christ comes and dwells within
to work in our hearts by His grace
providing His imputed righteousness
so this new creation portrays His face
As well as this greatest of gifts
Christ also brings His holiness
revealing His Father as three times holy
fills one with eternal timelessness
Christ is the architect of this gift
marking HIs image within His creation
now able to say righteousness and holy
knowing Christ in His heavenly nation
cravings that arise when we are alone ~
in tranquil mindfulness we gently hone
music of the spheres in heart shaped
joy replete always feels complete
which when is in our mind landscaped
no longer follows God’s bliss beat
The Lord stood by me and strengthened me
this testimony all believers can truly know
in the most difficult and diverse situations
The Lord Jesus strikes our enemy with His blow
In you, His message might be proclaimed
so the Gentiles would surely gladly hear
that God seeks to save them from sin
drawing them to the saviour who's ever near
No matter the evil deeds against us
the Lord steps in to our rescue
such is our confidence in His love
this God will revive our lives anew
All of this is for one great purpose
to bring us into His heavenly kingdom
so His would be the glory alone
forever be this heavenly outcome
Out of body, all Divine --
the mystic does not die to get there,
a life long relationship. Claimed.
Who do we believe?~ (one who loves life
deeply death will never deceive....) Poet.
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Hmm...indeed sometimes lies -- and the heart can lie even when thinking truth...even the marriage vow, till death do us part (the priest his own Christian contradiction). No one really knows the deeper nature of the heart. Does it start with a beat of flesh? Or its own spiritual continuance possessing form whatever? Time will less tell than Heaven and Hell.
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