Another Heaven

Another Heaven

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I have stood in Earth's places

Spellbound by Her majestic beauty,

My gratitude immeasurable

For Her forms and colors,

The moving waters,

 The quietness of Her Being,
The miraculous choreography of elements
That so reliably performs its recurrence,
The rapture of unfolding moments
Sweeping over me
Like the living breath of the universe.

Whomever searches for another heaven...

Are they blinded here?

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Like The Shine Of The Moon

Like The Shine Of The Moon

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From where do we come

And where do we go?

We are composed of elements

Is all that I know.

They collect and we're here,

They disperse and we're gone.

We sing while we sing;

Like the tune of a song

That sings 'till it's sung;

Like the sum of a whole

Not found in its parts;

Like the shine of the moon

When it's new.

When Time Was Now

When Time Was Now

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When Time was now

And moments flowed in waves;

When newness sprang about

And filled those happy days...

How Time was always then,

And when... so far away.

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Oh For A Friend

Oh, For A Friend

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Oh,

For

A

Friend

With

A

Love

For

Irony

And

Metaphor

And

Allusion
And
Wonderment

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.

And

The

Playfulness

Of

Puns
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A Sailor's Dream

A Sailor's Dream

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A sailor's dream:

Fair weather on a silver sea;

Clear skies off the bow
And a seven knot breeze,
A mermaid on board

And no rocks on the lee.

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Dreaming

  

Dreaming

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There is peacefulness, and light,

Such a warm light like a loving hand touching me;

And colors, so many colors softly surrounding me.

It is so wonderful here in this place apart;
Apart, where I am finally found.

I want to sleep, and dream forever

Of where I am...

To slumber on a cosmic cloud,
Play hide-and-seek with the phase of moon,
Watch comets round the sun,
And Eternity unfold her boundless plan,
As worlds revolve
From night to noon.

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When A Leaf Falls

When A Leaf falls

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When a leaf falls

A volition has ended,

The will to hold

Is lost

Of another purpose.

The death of a leaf,
The golden blaze of endings;
A return down the primordial pathway--
Something becoming nothing
As nothing once became everything.

I Sometimes Remember

I Sometimes Remember

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I sometimes remember

A moment past
When rainbows ringed the looking glass...
A place in time
Wrapped with memories
Of fire chants and dancing shadows
Upon a moonlit sand,
When secret yearnings touched
Through holded hands
And our dreams we thought were dawning...

Memories of moments gone

Fill no more space

Than dreams of moments

That never came;

Both endure the passing days

But never ease the sorrow
Of the splendor that never stays.

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Dreaming Down

Dreaming Down

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 When under the circumstances of living

Cutting winds of gray and cold

Rifle through and true my dreaming down,

To hopeful thoughts I turn

Where maybe when the world goes 'round

A dream forsaken
May once again be found.

Happiness

Happiness

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Does happiness just happen,

Something you catch like a cold?

Or is it chosen,

An attitude or circumstance decided,

Like a flower you place in a glass

To color the moments that pass?

Is it a state that develops,

A pleasure that occurs

Instead of a pain,

An imagining in the mind

That's really not there?

Is it a possession acquired,
A capacity possessed
Like an ear for a sound?
Is it a distant sail upon a silver sea
That passes too fast,

A rainbow dream
That cannot last,
A hidden smile
That's now unveiled?

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Could There Be?

Could There Be?

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Could there be another me,

A living presence in another world

Just like me,

A reflection universe with replicas

Of what is here?

I would not escape my wondering

For all the gods declared,

No solaces divine can compare

To the freedom of my mind.

For it wasn't with the wheel formed

Or fire made,

Nor when grunts became a knowing sound

That Man first touched the sky,

But when his searching mind

First wondered why...

I want no easy answers,
Only mysteries placed before my eye,
That I may ever wonder why.

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Rainbows

Rainbows

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What a world this is!
Rainbows and waterfalls,

Songbirds and butterflies...

And a little girl's eyes.

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The Master

The Master

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I would be master

Of my fate,

But I find no helm to till,

No rudder, no mast,

No mooring line to cast.

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A Secret Sculptor

A Secret Sculptor

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A secret sculptor

Dwells within the sea
Far beyond the foaming waves,

Who nightly fashions

Finely forms of stone and wood,
Salvaged from their salty graves

To place upon the sea washed sand...

A gift for mourning strollers by the sea

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A Passer's Footsteps

A Passer's Footsteps

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 Leave a modest mark upon the stone

That Time will on its own erase,

For what you mark

Upon the name of man

Is but a passer's footsteps

Made upon a changing sand.

A Path Of Sand

A Path Of Sand

 

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The restless sea sends its claws

Against the bounding land,

Forging a battlefield

Deep in grains of fallen sand.

A billion years

The war has raged

To pave a path of sand for me

Between the silent stone and surging sea ...
Where I will soon forever be.
 



Cosmic Gifts

Cosmic Gifts

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I will be the one you see

Distant down

The sea swept shore

Alone amid the wonders there;

The cosmic gifts

The stars have shed

On their burning journeys

Down the inexplicable pathway
  Of Time. 


                              

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Dreaming Of Colors

Dreaming Of Colors

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There is a toll that's paid

For dreaming of colors

In a world of gray;

A world
That breaks the pottery

And hardens the clay.

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Pastness

Pastness

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Moments flow by

Like molecules of water

Rivering to the sea...

Is there a great sea of moments past

Where time that was remains,

A vast pool of pastness

Beyond the reach of memory,

Beyond the reach of knowing...

Where dreams that died

Still drift upon the mourning tides?

Winter Shades

Winter Shades

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My Spring thoughts

Came in the late days of Summer,

And now Winter shades

Even the golden rays of Autumn.

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There Always Comes A Time

There Always Comes A Time

                                                           

There always comes a time

To break camp,

To douse the dwindled flame

And load the wagon.
No parting word or sign,
Only scattered ashes
And wagon tracks

Heading toward the next row of hills...

Where waits beyond,

Another morning meadow
Newly cast in green,

With wild flowers filled.

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Train

Train

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Time is a train of days,

Carloads of used moments speeding by,

Another and another and another,

Clickety-clacking over a cliff

Tumbling to an abyss of yesterdays.

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Ten Million Years

Ten Million Years

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Will this mountain stone

Where now I rest facing the eastern sky,

In ten million years

Still warm to a rising sun,

Will the meadow flowers in Springtime bloom,

The white puffed clouds still drift a sea of blue,

Will the rivers flow with waters clear,

Will the son of man still be here?

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Finding

Finding

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 Time will wash its whiteness

Across the colors of our pain,

And fade in pale shadows

The pleasings that we've known,

And rob the gains we've gathered

In our private stores,

And ware to scattered sands

Our carvings made of stone,

But love will last of all,

The simple finding for our hearts

A home.



Merry-Go-Round

Merry-Go-Round

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I see a child filled with joy

On a playground swing;

I see an old man lost and alone,

A city street for a home;

And I wonder why

More is lost than found

On this Merry-go-round.

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Day End

Day End

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 A million years I have come

To see the lights and forms

Of the cosmic sea,

To feel the breath of particles in motion,

The heat of elements burning...

The day end rushes out to sea

From the western land edge,
Pulling darkness across the eastern sky.

I watch from the shoreline,

Unable to follow,

Unable to stop the lights decline.

I would hold on to this day,

Forestall another moment leaving,

Another diminishment.
But there is no hold to grasp

On the end of a day,

On the fade of the light.

And so I watch

As Time, the destroyer of moments,

Ticks down to another ending,
And the great giver of light descends
Behind a wall of darkening gray.

It does not pause,

Does not wait for dreams and wishes

To come true,
Nor care for the plans we pursue.

So many days have fallen
To the darkening sea...

I wonder how many are yet to be
As now the shadows lengthen,

And the darkness

Enfolds on me.

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Boundless

Boundless

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 We are points too small,

Too brief to measure

In a vastness immeasurable;

A boundless sea

Where no time or distance

Finds a shore.

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Migrations

Migrations

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There are times that end,

Groups of years that mark

The migrations of a life,

From who we were

To who we became,

From where we were

To where we went.

A time ends

And we go on,

To new beginnings

And other endings.

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