Dreaming presence

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Eyes wide, shut and dreaming
into ever after
the seeming present busy-ness
of this nothingness of time
A charity of hope
No condition, except submission
to the tragedy of days

Lost, It was a small thing
One might never miss a beat
With so much pleasure after all
Filling vacancies with lies
Her fruit of all temptations
Seeming sweeter than the love

Consciousness, the confluence
Where water used to flow
Now strewn with muddy tumble stone
of verse within the rhyme
Makes the ever present rambling
unnerving still to find

Words, like cream are churning
Into butter cool and sweet
The anger and the innocence
upset the curds and when
Our life takes up the questioning
Dreaming presence will remain


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Where we fell

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What gates to hell were thrown open
East of Eden
Where serpents slithered in the grass
and branches of fruit trees
waiting to be picked
or bitten in return

What knowledge is so sacred
we should be forsaken its truth
the memory of longing runs deep
where blood stains the rivers
and essence is draining from life

Take all the laughter
children are playing
adult games and wishing they were
Then finding pretending
was more fun than the living
inside the mortgage of life

Eat of the fruit, drink all the wine
knowledge is not to be kept
Dreams so uncertain
are reasons for living
the days and nights as the stars

would fall to their ending
and beginning again
take a walk in the Garden of Earth
Filling the senses
with mem’ries of dreams
writing rings in the seasons
of life

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Love is a garden

 

Flowers bloomHawaiian Orchids
springtime yearning
Golden rays
of sun
turn the good earth’s
gardens into love

Hearts believe
thoughts deceive
and wonder
at the ways
Relations turning
ever after
all the times
we cried

Tears became
the sacred rain
to fill the streams
of life
Ever flowing
toward their oceans
where waves
roll ceaseless
still

Robins nest
as cherry blossoms
fill the seasons scents
Rising ever
life’s desires
long to feel
our joy

Photo – Hawaiian Gardens by gfs

The darkest hour

Dark before dawn

Rounds as spheres reflect the sun
Revolve since time began
A word beget in light beyond
Our wisdom and our tears

This then the silent melody
The music only heard
By ears untuned to earthly things
Were silence seldom roams

Across the reaches space and time
Have come to know our ways
The shadows cast before our steps
Were taken into thee

These the days and hours spent
Longing for the light
The darkest hour came to be
In dreams before the dawn

So these mere words
Could grace the page
And in the eye behold
Some message from this bard

Who left eternity to seek
The fires of the heart
In precious days on bended knee
The beauty of her love

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Still to be

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Far away words have passed
below the surface of reason
skipping like a stone
over the frozen surface
of time

What was lost beneath the blue
the shattered crystal water
melting in the sun
rising with the moon
over mountains

Yours was not a memory
of autumn’s falling colors
of salt scent from the harbor
as nightfall settles in
along the bay

Rain reveals the heart
and sunlight warms our days
as sights we’ve come to know
Entering the gardens of our lives
and sacred places

Time does not forget the blooms
seasons rolling will remind
the willing to sustain
intentions spoken in the dream
forever still to be

Photo: Maui Sunset by gfs

Daydream believer

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take what you will of me
all of my heart
my soul
my dreams
for all this
I came to give
never mine to hold
never mind your reasons
they are yours
and mine
are mine
no two the same
are we not like snowflakes
drifting from the skies
decorating winter landscapes
or blades of grass
flowing over
summer lawns
why would we ever
want to change
what shadow spilled
over our eyes
entering this dream
hidden in plain sight
the truth in being
is its own answer
there is no lust
only lost
souls
still searching
for the love
they have always
been

Photo – Near Fort Ticoderoga, NY by gfs