Taps

grandfathersky:

Needed to repost this for Veterans Day – a reminder of the cost …

Originally posted on grandfathersky:

How the days have passed away
Nights spent even longer
Hearing taps in trumpet tunes
Forgotten with the hunger

Lost within the last remains
Of innocence we felt
Emerging from our sheltered lives
As youth was made to melt

From icy wounds that swept across
A plain of jars and grasses
Standing in a frozen form
The image ever lasting

Snapshots of the places lost
Within the flowing streams of time
Appear in sudden flashes from
The days we’ve come to find

In this, the life we dreamed of then
Became the answer to our prayer
Carried us away from hell
And left its memory living there

Author’s note – This was written for a good friend who spent months after returning home, unscathed from Vietnam, only to be assigned the duty of representing the US Army at the funerals of all the soldiers returned to their families in the…

View original 30 more words

Another Dream

shadows on stone

Shadows longing etched in stone
Reflections of their being
Presence stills the heart and mind
Inside where she lies dreaming

Of testaments to every word
The heart has come to know
A fruit to nourish all they will
While living here below

the heaven left when life began
Its breathing came to be
As light was formed so far beyond
A sunrise on this sea

of love their everlasting day
Reflecting in the saffron sun
Beneath the skin imagining
The wonders left undone

So there another evening rolls
and settles in these hearts
Clouds drift by the jealous moon
Another dream departs


Image: http://www.cindytsutsumi.com/blog/

The Nature of Reality

spiral rose
Poetry is so much easier to for me to write than prose, for in prosaic writing, there needs to be a concise form of words, so that the author’s mind blends accurately with the mind of the reader, regardless of the contrast of thought and the consequences it invokes or evokes.I had thought of using the title “Really?” but felt it was vague, and probably better for a poem, so The Nature of Reality will do nicely.
I haven’t got this pegged yet, but I do have some thoughts I would like to share, and if you dare, then meditate on them and see if they hold true for you.
pinecone
I suppose I should begin with science, and the scientific view of the nature of reality, which is – Nature – and the natural world as viewed through the senses – which is where it ends. Now, science will reflect on the world through the process of thought, it will analyze what is sees, measures, hears, and smells, but will not allow the aspect of thought, often confused with mind, to influence its outcomes other than it being a chalkboard on which it reduces its findings to the lowest common denominator for publication. That’s not to say one wouldn’t receive an argument over that fact, but the truth is, in general, according to modern science if it can’t be measured it doesn’t exist, so using that perspective I might be drawn to conclude that thought does not exist …
There are flaws in my argument, and I would only feel well received if I got feedback attesting to that fact, so let’s continue and ‘see’ if we can find our way down into and then out of the proverbial Rabbit Hole – for in truth it does exist! Lewis Carroll was on the right track even if his story seems an absurd fairy tale, the reader, as Alice, needs to take a look at the nature of their own reality, and check it against the stories reality, and is given the opportunity to decide where truth lives, and where it lies. In a similar light Carlos Castanedas in A Separate Reality reflects on our human experience as a dream, and takes the reader on journeys as real as if they were happening right here, right now, except they all take place within the mind, or do they?  Time after time, journeying into the separate reality Carlos Castanedas returns to himself as changed as if he had journeyed across the Himalayas to a Tibetan monastery spending long hours in ascetic meditation and prayer, where thought and experience changes his perspective of reality.
spiral galaxy
There is no right answer here, there is only perspective, and it is important to understand the nature of the word. A perspective is the viewpoint of the observer, the place where one receives information that will be distilled into the nature of their reality. I had occasion recently speaking with a first grade student to be gifted with her their perspective on the letter g. We discussed at length why the hook of the letter had to go left instead of right. My answer being that we need a way, a set of standards, so that when we communicate we can understand that we are all talking about the same thing. In that regard the nature of reality, is simply a set of standards we can all use in order to commune – icate while experiencing what we call life expression through our physical self, in our bodies.
snowflake
It would seem then that the nature of reality is the reflection of experience accepted within our individual psyches in order to establish a common language in order that we may understand one another, and our intentions through experience in the light. What we accept should be considered a broad generality of common goals and aspirations, and not a hard and fast ruler that allows no other set of measures, for without the experience of abstraction, without the ability of our thought and our mind to view an ever expanding whole, then we are at odds with the universe around us. One that never stands still, never remains the same, and least of all never accepts what is, against the perspective of all that could be … there is no such thing infinity plus one …
spiral flower

Note: This blog entry started out with a thought, and I soon came to realize that a discussion of the nature of reality would require a volume if not more, so perhaps this is where it begins. Thank you all for your patience…

textures of love

Kirlian Rose

feeling the heart
laughter at dawn
touch under cover
next to the life
where lovers belong

breath on the skin
breathe in the life
souls seek to unravel
their dreams
in the night

wholeness imagined
into the being
longing fulfilled
ecstasy quaking
essence is seething

springs ever flowing
cleansing the earth
waters of life
the dream everlasting
becoming through birth.


Image:http://finer.ru/podg/content/effekt-kirlian.html

New Day

IMG_0566_001

As wind across the sands of time
Thought is blending endlessly
Past and present fold into
The future we have come to see

Along this distant shore of earth
A corner of the sky revealed
Was chosen long before we new
The measures of our fate were sealed

In long forgotten destiny
Attachments made in days before
Our monuments were risen from
The ashes of forevermore

This question of eternal grace
Abandonment allowing will
To conquer all the worlds outside
By passions rising to fulfill

The breathing out of love divine
Sparks the fires reasoning
Should know itself as landscapes in
The colors each new day will bring

unwound

time is a fault
as space
and distance
from home
from love

who declared
its reason
for being
and who
turned back
the clock

where you were born
matters in kind
and in if you mind
there will
come a time

someone decides
in passing (time)
the past once was
the future will be
and now
just now
I am
forever …

graphic_atoms

Image Courtesy of Google Images

Seasons of Love

IMG_1272

To my wife on our 15th Anniversary -

Time is just another way
The heart can understand
That every beat it rests between
Could never have been planned
As pages of our romance turned
Are written in the story of
The dreams we’ve seen and ponder still
Become the seasons of our love …

Photo by gfs taken near S. Arlington, VT

wanderer

IMG_0533

the voice of nature
songs on the wind
whispering pines
Aspens quaking
as an Autumn sun
sets …

does she know
time as measure
what wheel work
fashions the seasons
for our pleasure

waves on beaches
shifting sands to roam
feet will ever wander
places never known

shores sailed by
looking for passages
to the heart
as the flowers
fragrance fades
and the Monarch
leaves
for home …

Photo by grandfathersky near Aspen Colorado 2013