THe Harlot (redux in ai)

Art created from the poetry using Dream.ai

At noon a ghastly sight
before my eyes befell
a moment seldom ever seen
in tales the Ages tell

In filthy streets The Word was passed
a beggars bowl forsaken
lined in sorrow, madness still
refused to take the burden

Seven times The Word he spoke
seven mysteries unveiled
fulfilled the prophets testaments
t’is finished … destiny sealed

Tears of blood upon the earth
committed to the tomb
wrapped with frankincense and myrrh
returning to the womb

Where was I, the question
when precious life was taken
the violet curtain torn
and Love was left forsaken?

I was in the Temple
The Harlot in my arms
searching for another truth
lost in all her charms

Reflections

“Man gazes,” says Turgot, “upon the profound ocean

of being, but what at first he discerns is not the bed

hidden beneath its waters, but only the reflection of his

own face”

Reflections on water

not a whisper was heard
from the blossoms
of the way
we misbehaved
and did not see
the reason we were standing
alone and wondering
what was the meaning
the beginning
(and the end)
flowers bloom
when spring begs
life rises with them
so shall we all
touch the sky
the space between us
exists only in time
the heart is not confined
it knows only love
(asking)
come to me
let it be

Photo “Cherry Blossoms on the Potomac” by gfs 2020

No time to cry

Photo: Boardwalk at Bethany Beach, DE by gfs

Time is all I have to keep
And all now you’ve given up
Faded leaves are washed away
In snow melt seen turning to clay

Rivers run cold as the hills unfold
Letting down in their winter dreams
Maples will fill up-rushing again
For the sweetness of life to become

Was it hard to go with no hand to hold
at the crossroads when waking to dreams
I’ll wonder at this and a thousand things
In the days that are mine still ahead

For today you see I’ve no time to cry
No way to find all the tears
I’ll keep them for you to come when they’re due
In a place and a time left to find

Spelling cast

Dreams become us
we will our way
Into the winds
the Way we come to find
the Love we leave
the light we shine
in ancient halls
remembered

Do not fear
for all the signs
as sense has brought
forever
always near
the reason left
recalls the turning
seasons

What was found
beneath the stone
within the clay
now frozen
was understood
the canvas splashed
by color brushed
with Artist hands

Under cover
days defended
with words we spell
untold
feel the storm clouds
fell the oak
and raise this
understanding

Photo “Autumn Path”  by gfs

Empty Vessels

Words fall
unearthly
seeming to freeze
feelings
into colors
eyes lost in lies
through ages

the potter’s hands
have shaped
the forms
of thought
empty vessels
known
for what they are

overflowing
(underwhelming)
hollows
filled with sound
shadows
the light has made
while dreaming

Photo “Pompeii Uncovered” by gfs 2017

The Abyss of Choice

Photo: Haleakala Mists – Maui, HI by gfs

Places in our memories hold
The lines of time within our mind
Leaves and branches bent and blowing
Again into this world to find

This eternal light within us
Hidden in the shrouds we wear
Longs to lift the ever after
Letting go of all the fear

As we melt into the choices
Essence wakes as wills unfold
Echoes always here returning
To the hands and hearts we hold

Enter through the waters falling
What courage leaps to the abyss
As voices fade beyond the yearning
The sun awaits the virgin’s kiss

 

The Rite of Spring

Heart to heart

There is no cure

To fires longing

Ever seeking

To know

The eyes of love

The rite of spring

Unfurled on wings

Lifted lonely aching

Barren branches

Quake to know

The wind and rain

And sun

Boughs that join

The earth and sky

Spirit holds the hand

Of life the essence

Of the dream

Rising through

A sacred cord

Photo: Morning Sunfire by gfs

The Point of Light

Sedona Sunset – Photo by gfs

In the beginning
Source said
Let there be light
In the beginning
The word was
With source
And the word
Was source
The point being
The word
Was light
And darkness
Fell on the land

Rivers of tears

matters of the heart
lie hidden
these untruths
seldom revealed
to the light
of day
of eyes
lusting
lasting
leaving
of all the shadows
cold remains

purpose poses
as if to say
here I am
there I go
forever wandering
in time
never wondering
why we came
where we came
from and leading
to the fall
of water into
waves

eye motions
emotions beg
forgiveness of sins
signs in seasons
opening whether
the weather
the winds
and the rain
cry rivers of tears
cleansing rivers
of blood
while the soul
seeks forever’s
refrain

Photo – Sedona Sunset by gfs enhanced using Waterlogue for iPad