Fireflies

Hello all! I am currently living in Ecuador and don't know when I will be able to post.

Fireflies

Eyes downcast

I wander from the fields.

Grass and earth

–Still damp from the morning’s quenching-

Ooze between bare feet and penetrate every crevice between the toes,

But I do not notice as my mind wanders farther still:

Over the flat fields of waving corn, tiny towns and shapeless forests.

Finding only broken limits and infinite flight:

Past the open path through which I trod

Past the present to where shadows still play:

The ruse of memories guiding me away…

But at that moment all thoughts align:

The light that bubbles up from green blades

Awakens me from the ground.

I step into this new world

Leaving all those careless thoughts behind

As the tiny twinkling lights illuminate the grass

Soft between my feet as I catch sight of you now.

I’ve opened my eyes today:

Falling into the sea of luminescent orbs

Crawling up the trees and vines

Showing me the soft angles of your face

As you step gingerly down the path

Smiling.

Though these perfect moments seem fleeting,

I know that only now we glimpse eternity.

So come live with me in this reality.

Come join me in this dream.

To live forever in your presence

Transmutes existence like the fireflies’ dance.

Grey Trees, Black Sky

Limitations are necessary for the experience of freedom.

Grey Trees Black Sky

I can see trees

Unfold with stubborn insistence around the empty field

Where breezes pool in lively airs that dance from sky to ground,

Only to plod into the branches that close them to the stars.

Lost in the pathways leading nowhere,

The wind forgets from where it came

As branches snatch away its vitality

Dissipated into the quiet weeping of the leaves.

But skimming along the canopy ceiling

Above my head: winds rustle trees,

Enveloping me in the mocking absence

Of the quiet freedom of the open air.

Now wind gently greets me at the edge

Where trees sculpt the field’s subtle form

Which gives the openness its place

And gives pause to a restless mind.

 

And now I realize the forest’s trees

Which unfold in their ordered grace,

Allow the freedom of the open to possess

The meaning that I longed to seek.

Solution

  I wrote this in five minutes in a flash of insight.
Solution
Life,

Through the differentiation

Of its own self-engendering movement,

veils its own eyes

to the privilege of its self-experience.

What a joke when

a life full of contemplation

has only to show for its efforts

the understanding that occurs

when the mind is silenced by its own contradictions.

Understanding that

When I see you,

I see me.

Ital Tek Cyclical

This song always works.

The Illusions of Progress

It's not capitalism vs anti-capitalism or right vs left
It's freedom vs slavery, love vs hate

The Illusions of Progress

Those who think they hold us to heel

When they bask in the light of our hallucination

Think control will keep at bay what’s real

By manipulating parties, media and nation.

But illusion has captured them as well.

Decades passed and truth repressed

Leave them under the deceiving spell

Of fleeting power with no regress

We know that truth has no party here

Where success finds only the greedy few

Perpetuating facades and grinding gears

Which cause such pain and crush the new

But the power lies in the peoples’ hands

Which build the pedestals from which greed falls

And demand control throughout the lands

In hopes their pride will conquer all

In our hopeless desire for personal glory

We ignore the love we owe each other

And leave the selfish to write our story

Forgetting each man is our brother

This freedom that we feel together

Manifests itself between us now

If we heed its virtuous call to weather

The trials our fate can’t disavow:

Cast off illusion from your mind!

Cast off your party: left and right

More powerful than a memory’s bind

Is present freedom’s eternal light

Destiny makes this our cause

Against loves’ division by selfish hate

So we can walk as one: free of laws

And live together without the state

Exercise

Note: To get the full effect you must print this poem out and hold it in your hands

Exercise

The poem,

In the hands of the reader,

Marks the time with rhythm 
Which holds the words 
That point beyond the page. 
   
Like the rising sun 
Which gives the earth its first light, 
You give the poem to the mind
That finds you in the page 
When it points to its beyond. 
   
But yesterday still beckons 
The mind that contemplates 
The poem that gives the invitation  
To leave it all behind…

1000 Feet Up, 1000 Feet Down

This was written before my "turn".  See if you can spot differences between this and my other poetry
1000 Feet Up, 1000 Feet Down

A dark ocean carried by the wind obscures my travel.
As the last sliver of light disappears behind the ghostly sea of clouds, I dream of you.
Memories worm their way into my conscience.
Like your fingers gently weaving through my hair,

Though I have not even reached my destination, I can only think of returning.

I must repress what passions remain or this week will tear me apart. 
Away from you I am away from life. 
These thoughts rush by along with the clouds: transient in their form, continuous in their substance. 
A voice pulls me away. 
Her face, barely visible in the dark of the cabin, once beautiful now wrinkled with time stares at me with a formality: a smile.

The cold cup passes from her hand to mine, and I am out the window again.

The clouds are gone, replaced by the spreading tendrils of light that characterize the spontaneity of urban invasiveness.

Looking down I see cars, buildings, people, and in this transient state between destinations, between sleep and wakefulness, between happiness and sorrow, I dream that each one has a face like yours.

I dream of a world filled with you.