The Path Forward

Saratoga State Park, NY – Photo by gfs

How do we heal our hearts
Wondering where we stand
In a forest lamenting
the rise and the fall
Of greatness and simple endeavors
This too shall pass
as pages written into history
For the ages of time on earth
Still we remain
With our works and our ways
Seeking hands to guide
Our path through the trees
and shadows

Reflections on water

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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

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

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

Roots and Wings

distant-light

Storms with thunder roll
across the land
Lives are trees uprooted
by the winds of change
Emotions tolling like bells

Far distant steeples
fall silent in the rain
As the water pools
Running in the streets
Streaming through our lives

Going home again
Faded memories waiting
Behind doors unopened
Through decades only dreams
walked these halls

How can I speak to friend
of the sense and the feelings
How the living and the dead
Reach up in bird songs
under the canopies of green

Stillness echoes from the hills
Honeysuckle blossoms on the breeze
Breakfast baking in the kitchen
Time cannot steal you away
Home lives forever in the heart

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Star Crossed eBook

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Star Crossed
Is an eBook release in Jan 2015 of a collection of poems nearly all published on WordPress, now available on Lulu.com and coming soon to Amazon and Barnes and Noble

The term Star Crossed must be as old as literature itself. It occurred to me that so many of the poems I’ve written over the years were expressions of just such times and places – People who meet and because of the alignment or misalignment of the stars, some twist of fate, or long forgotten destiny, they are swept together and then apart by the tides of life, leaving them to wonder what it meant, does it have a meaning, and wondering at life; often setting them on another journey of discovery, one that may never end, or lead to more questions.

To this poet everything has meaning, and in these words it is my sincere desire that the reader will find solace in knowing he or she is not alone in feeling that the universe moves in ways we may never understand, and find re-assurance that in moments like these we touch the soul of life and that those feelings which words can barely express, remain, a truth, forever. Yes, at night I often wonder …

At night I often wonder
in bed before I sleep
the sound of distant thunder
reflecting dark and deep

of songs I heard in places
so far removed from here
resembling all the traces
of things I hold so dear

for the thoughts we come to keep
sacred in our heart
become the tears we know we weep
when dreams from us depart

yet only in our dreams we will
forever hold those times
always in the shadows still
the voice of hope still chimes

and as my sleep enfolds me
I cling to what I’ve known
yet longing always to be free
from what day’s light has shown

journeys in the night enfold
and often I embrace
the gifts of love in life I hold
brought to me through grace

No fault in our stars

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As we approach 2015 we all take time to reflect on the previous year, and to look forward to the new one. The reality is our focus should be on today, this eternal moment of now.

Hark! The Herald Angels sing, glory to the new born King.

Did the Sun just start rising again in the sky, or was there some magical moment, faded into history, some two millennia ago, recapitulating into our post modern ritual reenactment of the Solstice story and the precession of the equinox. I wonder sometimes why our planet, our mother earth, spins on a polar axis that is inclined by 23.4 degrees, and why does the moon’s face always look the same? Of course there are physical explanations to these things, the physics of the precession of the equinox is not hard to understand if one is inclined, but it is not really necessary to know how or why it does in the light of living in the present moment. Unless of course you believe in Science as our Savior.

As a child I was an aspirant to the sciences, a believer – if you will – that all things great in our lives came to us through science and the scientific method. That we, as rational beings, using rational thinking, could solve any mystery, reach any height, and indeed, in my lifetime we did. Men walked on the moon – unless of course you believe it was Hollywood. Science cured Polio and Smallpox, smashed atoms and cities with atom bombs.

When I consider our reverence for science in the modern world it takes on the persona of a new religion. Yet do we keep the old rituals, our houses of worship, our daily prayers and weekly worship to assuage our guilt, and pretend we have not broken the commandment to put no other God before thee?

The pragmatist is thinking right now that science is not religion, there is no god in it, we do not worship it. It is a tool perhaps, a way of service to lighten the burden of humanity. Feed the masses, cure disease, light the world. Science is not our god, it is our servant. Yet, my concern is we take care in that way of thinking, in accepting that belief, in allowing ourselves to be coddled by this parent that gives us too much comfort, so our lives can be better, more fulfilling, and have more meaning. Consider the sacrifices we have laid before the altar of science for all its seeming blessings.

I had heard the word Transhumanism in passing. Lately more and more, enough to feel it knocking at my door, like Poe’s Raven, with a promise of nevermore. Its mystery leading me to wonder, and to learn more about it. I have found it to be the application of science to the human expression of itself. Using the conscious mind to create a new version of the human being. It is a concept where we can make conscious choices of our options at birth, in life, and for life extension. There is no doubt that organ regeneration, instead of transplants, and the cure for many diseases has it’s virtues, but as with all things human, our desires – especially for profit – always run far ahead of our reason, and our laws. Imagine an eternal youth, full of endless sexual indulgences, and drunkenness. Or a Universal Soldier, with replaceable parts and a switch on it’s conscience, to fight the forever wars on drugs and terror. Let your imagination run wild, with all you desire about your body and that is what Transhumanism promises. Conscious creation has many promises and many pitfalls. Consider the ego and its desires; It is hard to imagine science getting this new human projection right, and even harder to imagine that it will be shared equality among all people.

I wonder, instead of trying to consciously design a replacement for our experience of humanism, that we reach back into ourselves and discover the truth of our design and purpose, synchronize with it, and allow the universal expression of consciousness to take its course without our conscious meddling in it. Science delivers many wonders to us in the physical world, but time has come for us to know we are Spirit, we are love, divine sparks incarnate, and have everything we need to complete our Spiritual journey into life and beyond it. Centuries ago, before the printing press, people could memorize entire works of scripture. In the East Doctors are paid to keep people well, not only to heal them, and acupuncture recognizes the subtle energies that course through our biology.

Humans do not need to be re-invented, re-created, melded into a cyborg appliance to become who or what we think we should be. Instead of trying to invent something we imagine we need to be, we should take all of this thinking, building, creating, and look at what we are, in this moment, where we came from, and where we are going. There is so much to this universe, this creation, that we are conscious within. We need to look beyond the senses, beyond the ego. The question transhumanism is trying to answer exists outside ourselves. The answer to our purpose, to our meaning, to our reason for being, will  be found inside, through the connection we all have to each other, and to eternal consciousness, to Spirit itself …

May every day, every moment of your New Year be blessed with the knowledge of our perfection in Spirit, our oneness in Life, and the eternal truth of Love …

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Solstice Night

Shooting star

Tides of hope
will wash ashore
and season’s light descends
Days become the night again
and love stands still in time

We wait until
tomorrow brings
A shadow long before
The movement evermore unfolds
The Word passed into light

Of life before
the beauty knelt
Revealed the manger’s gift
Hope returning to the land
The strangers’ journey came

To be the Star
the way revealed
what evermore would know
the Solstice bending at the knee
Unveils the rising Dove


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