Trinity

Grail

Sons of the gods
who walk among us
hands to hold
and hearts beyond
the reason
of Saints
and sinners
Words let
reveal
the waste
or The Way

Then should
the Father
coming to be
awakened by
anger
in this
summer storm
quiet the thunder
fears revealed
nourish or flood
so feelings
will see

Ghosts ever
Holy, sacred
in glory
or secret
and ancient
forgotten
in time
this worship
shall empty
love’s longing
chalice
water or wine
what Spirits
will be?


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I wonder

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We look across the face of the planet – our Mother Earth – and wonder why we are here doing what we do, and if it has any meaning whatsoever. Or at least we should be. For too long there has been little doubt about the world, hearth, home, family, country, God … we are taught it is all covered, all that needs to be done is to live a good life, take as long as possible to die, and we are assured of eternal life. Period …
In Zen there is a saying “As children we are taught one and one makes two. We learn to be false. One and one makes one”
Let me try to explain –

I dream
and colors come
to sleeping eyes
bewildered
at the sight
as answers unfold
and waking
set like
the sun

brave souls stood
before the dawn
on a high cliff
quaking
at the thought
of living
stepped toward
the abyss
and became

all they willed
wishes made real
dying to know
of the life
the breath
of believing
the shadow
is cast
to the light

time is
the motion
experience
the movement
consciousness
perspective
nature
in sense
is alive


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Ripples on Water


The morning sun breaks over the mountain’s peak
Before me the waters of this pond rest in stillness
Earth moves silently beneath the place where I am
A lingering cool morning mist embraces my being

Insects buzz, hovering as the sun warms the day
The calm surface ripples as a night’s hunger is filled
Waves move together as they blend and merge
Life’s constant motion, in this mirror of the sky

A soft breeze caresses my face, embracing me
in love from a distant shore, another place and time
This wind has always been and ever shall be
My breath mingles there along with ancient voices

At moon rise, the smooth surface of the water speaks
The cricket calling in the distance becomes my way
And nearly sleeping I walk upon the glassy waters
Leaving not a trace, as I wander toward forever