Dream-like

Dream-like

Reflecting this moment

on what we call

our waking world..

from rising sun

to setting of dark..

some are asking:

is this a dream..?

some of scientists

are also asking:

observer and observed

are these contained like

 dreamer and dream..?

then we are asking:

if all is dreamer and dream

what would waking

reveal...?

True Story

True Story

a flow

of many forks

one river source

end in beginning

beginning in end

 wholeness transcends..

the river much more

with similar forks

reflecting the source..

this river story

perhaps it's location
 unclear:  out there

or in here..?

if no answer 

a True Story...

Third Eye

Third Eye

Four eyes

in soft contact

contact lost

and regained..

separate in merge

in this moment

four Now one..

finding the

shared illusive

Third Eye...

(Third Eye as

pineal gland..

small singular
organ behind

our eyes..)

Welcome

Welcome

Into our space

life varieties penetrate

many are those

greeted with joy..

yet many others

find our unwelcome

depositing a wish

to flee or fight..

and questions of Why?

darken the wish..

perhaps the Taproom

or the PastryPantry

answers the wish..

Her advice arrived

simply one day:

enclose each invasion

with a Welcome..!

then watch for

a Light display...!

Sixteen Swans

Sixteen Swans

Rising in our morning
might we find a theme
an image which gathers 
 ragged edges of  day..

Before engaging take pains
 reject defective creations..
 surrender to one theme
 emerging from shadow..

Then to survey many
mosaic pieces fallen..
and find on the floor
theme patterns reflect..

Must know our theme
is well hidden
arrives in variations
through ambiguous day..

Then in our depths
in ecstasy we know
the theme we created
is our creator also..

Recapitulation at evening
a symphony complete..
we explosively repeat:
Now it is good...!

"Today I saw sixteen swans.

God, what beauty!  They 

circled over me for a long

time.  Disappeared into the

solar haze like a silver

ribbon."

--Jean Sibelius
while composing his
5th Symphony..
the ascending swans 
his theme...

Magpie

Magpie

plaintive in treetop

faces all directions..

now there are two

 connection uncertain

a plaintive connection...?

Animal Kingdom

Animal Kingdom

A rock enclosure

 horseshoe formed..

walls display 

eyes-faces-images

 an animal kingdom:

serpent and tortoise

elephant and frog

a swift trout..

guarded by a

human appearing..

images stimulate

mind's search for

similarity without..

in finds out..

out is in and...

Rocky path

Walking path uneven

feet mold rocks
rocks mold feet

feet awaken...

Poet's path uneven

hands mold words
words mold hands

hands awaken...

Spring day

Chilly spring day

between winter and summer

winter bias...

Spring in the middle

 seasons between

are good homes...

Those opposites

detract and demand

middle grounds...

Right and left

corpus joins callosum 

I'll join you there...

The middle

is not muddle

is energizer..!

Between Awakens...!

The Red Violin

is

perfection..

owner to owner

perfection is passed..

each owner nods

to this idol

with awestruck glee..

but perfection

interferes and disrupts

even poisoned once

an intimate encounter..

forgotten in this

and other tales

is human waking

 shifting and reaching

of shadow and spirit...

(reference the
late Roger Ebert's
review of the 1998
movie)

Real cooking

chopping the carrots

and the onions

with tears..

this fragmenting

 in linear time..

now dialogue ensues

carrots and onions 

join other friends

ingredients unite..!

a community in heat

transforms and shapeshifts..

an aroma announces
a new creation

a quantum delicacy

before her eyes...

(for Marge..!)

Lessons from Spring Garden

Clear away dead useless matter, its season past.
Use tools that do the job with the least harm.
Give emerging growth space, light and air.
Get down on your knees.
Be not afraid of mud.
Surrender to your role as Nature's Co-creator.
Wonder .

                                                                         (Poem by Mae on Hello Poetry...!)

Music two ways

One way expresses

music listening

 not food for thought..

Another expressed by

a master pianist

88 notes and pedals

differences of sound

are infinite..

practice is love

finding those 

illusive differences

coaxing secrets from

the secretive piano..

might a listener

also grasp

a measure

of difference in

her reverie...?

 listening advice

from Eckhart Tolle,

and the experience of

differences told by

pianist 

Joaquin Achucarro

Gazette: After viewing two video performances of you on the Internet — Falla’s “Nights in the Garden” and Mozart’s “21st Piano Concerto” — I was struck by how differently you approached the keyboard. It’s almost as if each piece was being performed by a different pianist.
Achúcarro: All my life I have been striving to find the proper technique to express on the piano what I want. If something is impressionistic, you have to be different in how you approach the keyboard. It has to be crystal clear. When I play Rachmaninoff or Bartok again, the way is different.
The piano is a funny instrument. People think that you hit the note and that’s that. But you can hit the same note in so many different ways. If you think that you have 88 different notes and pedals and harmonics — so that the amount of sound that the piano can do is literally infinite. To make that instrument sing and make a choir and an orchestra (sing), it’s a marvelous task. That’s all I can say. That’s why I practice and when I finish our conversation, I will go again.

Oneness

Where is it

experienced..?

with or without

the interruption

of distracting

thought..?

Might it be

stimulated

fulfilled

by those

distractions..?

Further

without distraction

no Oneness..?

Sunday musings...

for Kathryn

Of a sudden

this shadow..

in this time

of our Knowing

she is not prepared

yet prepared..

we Know now

 of her light

named and white..

and even now

as I pass these lines

for her comfort

each cell is flooded

fully wrapped

in Light...

The Red Stain

A vision aRose

of expansive yellow..

with careful sighting

a small but definite

Rose stain appears..

Her self-portrait

claims this identity..

She asks if I hear

the sound of a poem..

with careful listening

a violin string

the approaching sound

 resembles most..

the string declares in

 ecstatic pain and joy

new birth once more

coming of Spring...!

for Eileen Rose...

Here's a reflection...

There is a necessity for

Bart's work..

A need for new grounding

for faith..

Despite all the mistakes

400,000 in all..!

the timeless parables

and the two Commandments

remain..

These are tools

for spiritual growth.,.

So, were the mistakes

really a filtering

to bring to the foreground

what is most important

in our time...?

Thanks for your comments, 

Leigh and Larry!

See u both tomorrow..

(Will Cc David Gardiner)

Hi David..!

Charlie

PolarityinPlay  

Opposites or poles

look carefully inside

poles unify...

A poem draft

with nighttime delay

trims nicely...

Auto repairs

on path to rustpile

this delay...

Famous theologian

talk on scripture errors

spiritual hunger...?

A discussion

oppositions ride supreme

dialogue limps...

Jesse's Prize

In recent reflection

on William Faulkner

Jesse said:

my years inform me

this may be my last..

Our hearing then

gained special import..

We've heard before

of the Faulkner

imagination and scope..

of Jesse's attachment 

from an encounter

in Denver to an Oxford

 graveside visitation..

He absorbed 

Faulkner truths and

made them his own..

Truths quite simple:

a heart in conflict

a universal locality

a history not past..

These eternal verities

and struggles informed

Jesse's decades of

 inspiration for many..

Let's look once more

at that famous address

that Nobel moment..

Mr. Faulkner said:

Someone dedicated to
anguish and travail
will stand here..

Let us then

you and I

ask Jesse Gatlin

to come forward..

And in silence

with memories

and stand in

that place...

Thomas' doubt

He seems one of us

perhaps from Missouri..!

demand solid proof

 senses supreme

trust for experiment

science is truth..

Do we mis-read..?

did he see more

than sight and touch..

his doubt his treasure

the real grounding

of  faith...

Penned photos

Haiku 

capturing the moment

penned photos...

Deer in clearing

photo difficult with movement

become the clearing...

Worry

a garment we wear

worryworn...

Bicycle tires

round on rocky trail

order on chaos...

Vertical alignment

sun and Peak and dead tree

declining Light...

Wind and shadows

Earth and wind

gritty dust teeth sense

dry speaks...

Late day sun

small pebble multitude

each casts shadow...

Step up inhale

then down exhale

ladder anchor...

Children on trampoline 

bodies straight then curved

life micro...


Sleeping bruises
a waking surprise
bruises bloomed...

Thanks to Mae
for her 
"how the bruising bloomed"
on Hello Poetry...!

Professions

Contemporary

some youth are wary

of the claims of

 professions out there..

these seem to wrap

handcuff and chain..

a desperate need

for gifted tutelage 

to locate precious

solitude..

knowing then that

each profession's byways

spring from this

place...

Influences

On shoulders standing

they say..

some shoulders are

quite unknown..

these are roots

for our branches..

beginnings and ends..

and science now says

fractal iterations..

but then 

two more claims:

there are neither

roots nor branches

and only one...

Transparent

When she arrives

in a city

where she is

altogether unknown..

a delicious treat

her light lightens

a joyful while..

but soon a 

connection

her light thickens

rebirth...

Dots

when connected

a story forms..

in the connecting

a certain glimpse

a spark divine..

illusive it is and

without notice the

 dots grow dark

becoming shells..

we are wrapped

once more..

we hunger then

for new connecting

 another glimpse..

with discoveries of

new dots and stories
hopefully we know

the life of a dot

is sweet and short..

but the connecting

is always sweet...

responding to Mae's
poem "cocooned"
on Hello Poetry

Assortment

A haiku flash

this new toy at ready

dullness shatters...

Moment of violence

suddenness in tranquil field

deeper field prevails...

Unusual fog today

reminder of sameness in all

 differences jump...

Sublime distant Peak

parking lot autos..light poles

constrictions disappoint...

Evening news

connects screaming dots

so few dots...

Mountains and Prairies

Prairie wide angle

skydome over vast flatness 

top down...

Mountain peaks reach

interrupt skydome with thrust

bottom up...

Mountains and Prairies

teach crucial lessons

interlaced perspectives...

cocooned

cocooned within my fantasy

twisting floating feeling free

believing stories I've been told

this mortal wrapping now grows old

gratitudes and platitudes

now fall away a fruitless play

for ruthless truth

I've now a hunger

reveal the essence

shatter cover

consciousness grows not from mind

but deep my source my spark divine

poem by Mae

published on Hello Poetry

(my photo)