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Across bone-white grass The shadowed psyche steps out Its garment’s torn,  Strewn within dreams rising in the dark. It remembers what it has lived without And begins shaping a new vision, Knowing it has far to go. Hapless wounds and careless words Of who we were still echo. Yet, I believe that given chance We meet our better Self. We take in the stranger To break bread Knowing we have so far to go. Pause the dance, the time is now! Love rises unbidden seeking the un-forgiven. Turn to the Stranger unfurling its wings, We have come so far. This poem was inspired by the following quote from Aristotle “To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.”

The Western wind dropped away, Arresting the sway of tall grasses As sunset married the horizon. Stillness lies upon the sea Marking one day lost, an evening yet to come.  It is the vesper hour  Merging shadow and memory Of those loved and lost, Starfish who disappeared into wet sand, Leaving impenetrable imprints As first stars appear.

Across bone-white grass The shadowed psyche steps out Its garment’s torn. Dreams, remembering what they have lived without, Covered in the dark life, Begin shaping the cold. We have come so far. Hapless wounds and careless words Of who we were still echo.  Yet, I believe. I believe that given chance, We meet our better Self. We take in this Stranger To break bread, Knowing we have so far to go. The time is now ~Pause the dance For love rises unbidden Seeking the un-forgiven, Turning to the patient Stranger Unfurling its wings. Oh better angels, lift us skyward!

    Under this Full Moon Life is slipping away.I ponder loss watchingMy barn burn. Death smoking the air, Flames fed by my livelihood.  But if I now see the moon, Will my Buddha-Self  fill with gratitude? Burn baby, Burn!

NEW YEAR’S BLESSING Turn the page, Pilgrim,Free Falling, hold yourself as a sacred vesselRip out pages of scribbled regret, And layered truths,Obscured in shadow’s weight.Re-read of hard-won wisdom,The muscled resilience of holding faith. Turn the page, Pilgrim,Free Falling, begin the new story,Mar the unlined paper.Despite loss Punctuated in floundering and failure,Turn and dare write the unknown.Not as fiction.But the life within, waiting for birth.Waiting the courage of dreams.Waiting the writer’s gift of imagination;The ‘Pilgrim’s free falling Progress,’ on page after page.

Gratitude lies with those who love Beyond our carelessness. Gratitude goes to those reaching out Across miles and absent years, Bestowed on those who know our ‘True Name,’ And invite our querulous contradictions home to their compassion. Gratitude is a hymn sung by those who hear our off-key notes And forgive all that lies unsung and un-forgiven within. Gratitude is the chalice, filled and refilled Despite petty hurts and anger~

September Blessing In this lofty time, in this lonely time “Live to the point of tears,” Camus wrote long past. Yet, and still, and always, we long for tears Tasting of raw and fearsome courage To shape and break each born anew moment.  Cleanse, and move us toward belonging To the mecca of this day!

Though loss and shame have me weep Of my ain country so deep asleep, Turned now from hope that forged her birth. When dreamers, worn, and wearied ones Sailed to Lady Liberty, Her torch high for them to be  Free at last, free at last. Oh my god, free at last! Now, this death, this rotting stink Of who we are and how we think We’ve lost the way, the compass thrown. Foul carcasses are strewn Across this land that I did pledge my allegiance to the flag To the United Sated of America This beautiful for spacious skies, her amber waves of grain, Her purple mountain’s majesty, above the fruited plain. Her heart feels gone. The way forlorn, Her myth of harmonies I mourn. Was it all a fairy tale~ Or, did we once  Hum with harmony? Sing lonesome cowboy soliloquy, And Blues born of blues and broken bones, Allegany fiddle tunes, and Cajun BeauSoleil. No tyrant lies, or allegiances of greed Can still my voice, or drown the need To sing of thee.To sing of thee. To sing of thee. Come, stalwart hearts Redeem our song, And bless the bread we once broke, The hands that reached across the sea, The glass that’s shared this day with thee. !