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Last Impression No Defense Same Beginnings
Offering Odds and Ends Seascape
Shooting Star Divine Comedy Good and Bad
Heads and Tails Beastly Ideas Prayer
Wade in the Wave The Second Coming Turn to Stone
It is what it is From Out the Head of Zeus The Known World
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Last Impression

Catch me quick
before the wave
rushing to the shore
comes to take me

The moon
pulling the wind through
my hair

All measure of who I was
lost
in the whispering song of the surf
leaving
only footprints in the sand.







No Defense

The truth is often unwanted
Often undesirable

And in finding it

The pain associated
More than mortality can bear.







Same Beginnings

Religion dissects
One from another
Ideas of superiority and moral right

Spirit connects
One to another
The likeness of God imbued in heavenly faces.







Offering

Take a bite of the word
Both body and soul
The blood of my heart
Poured in goblets

Drink

All time contained
In a moment of giving
The bittersweet draught of life
Made holy
In the sharing.







Odds and Ends

I did very well with
The things I could control.
It was the things I couldnít
That destroyed me.

My fate, it seems, was
Like most perhaps
A lifetime of misfortune.

The luck I needed
Could not or would not be
Created.

How does one reconcile
Injustice
With a world order that is supposed
To make sense?

The key is to accept.
To live with grace
Despite the failing.

To not allow the quirk
Of a dispassionate universe
To snuff the spark
Of dignity, of surviving
In the face of insurmountable
Odds.







Seascape


The sea takes me back to that place

Before I was born

That primordial possibility that

Refused to yield an answer

The question itself was enough

The breeze upon my face

The dream of tomorrow awakening.







Shooting Star

The soul is connected
To the infinite
And carries the incalculable potential

To soar beyond
The confining limits of
Earthís fatal gravity.







Divine Comedy


Consciousness is evolving

Becoming more aware

God creating Himself

Truer to the form

He once imagined.







Good and Bad


The strong negative is necessary

In order to see the redeeming positive

Clearly.







Heads and Tails


Foolish humans we

must realize

(at our peril)

in the course of diminishing time

that

opposites are merely

different

unlike sides of the same

coin.







Beastly Ideas

We humans like to think of ourselves
As being
Better than the animals
Smarter, and undoubtedly closer
To God.

Yet animals are forever true
To their God-given natures
Communicating well-enough
With canny precision
In languages we are perhaps

Too arrogant
To understand.







Prayer

helpless
we feel
are we
what power
is there
to stem an invisible tide?

we grope
we hope
the rope
is cast
into the formless void
grab hold
believe
the future is mapped
in determined presence
our thoughts
sing forth
like arrows
to still the implacable foe

proud Death
stand back

your hoary face need not intrude
while Life is yet
Defiant.







Wade in the Wave

Every stone I cast
on water ripples

to the edge of an unknown
world

and when in time
another stone skims past

the hand I know not
rippling why

remembers
the choosing of the rock

its color and touch
immortal, divine.







The Second Coming

You wonít believe me when I say this
Indeed I speak it still in fear
But the memory lingers with me, like the wound of a rusty nail
I saw the face of Jesus
Yes itís true
No please donít mock me
I did not believe it either, I did not recognize him at first
But then neither did the twelve in that dim ether long ago
His eyes were filled with love, inexplicable to me
And yet there was an anger and a sorrow, even fear
His hair was matted, rather dirty
And the clothes were worn and tattered, hardly elegant or refined
Yes, you laugh
And think Iím crazy
But I tell you that itís true
I saw the face of Jesus
Imploring and alone
If only Iíd seen him sooner, but I didnít recognize him, you see
Till his body lay stiff and cold
Swaddled in the corner of the subway station, only ten or twelve years old
Homeless and forgotten
And believe me, you who will, with more venom than the Pharisees
Pontius Pilate and the rest
We have crucified Him

Again.







Turn to Stone

The Truths

     that are the hardest to look at

          are the ones

               that bear

The closest scrutiny.






It is what it is

Expect nothing
and

Accept everything
and

You will never be disappointed.







From Out the Head of Zeus

Life is inherently disturbing
Thatís why weíve created the myths

To help us overcome
Defend or deny

To transcend the grim reality
Of what here seems to be.







The Known World

According to quantum principles

2 objects
In separate and distinctly
Different
Space and time
Can, in an instant
Communicate, give and take
Back and forth
Without
Exchange of energy or
ďInformation signalsĒ of
Any kind

Then somehow
I know this
Person I donít know
Animal I canít see
Plant I canít conceive
We are
Together, at once
Connected and
Dependent, independently
One to each and every
One another.





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