Natural Reflection of Your Palms
This is my breath,
the same as yours,
the same as dust, the same as ash
when it all comes to an end,
but held deeply within
steady lungs
that long for truth
while we’re still here.
This is my flesh,
the same as yours,
the same as tissue, the same as sinew,
but without
fiber optic connections as of now;
and never will be,
so don’t dare try me
with temptations
toward such so-called system upgrades.
This is my blood,
the same as yours,
the same as a river, the same as the ocean
where we all swam
before the expansion
of our evolution
was set into forward motion.
These are my hands,
the same as yours,
the same as caring, the same as giving,
the same as taking, the same as wanting,
the same as needing to hold
everything that is loved
firmly within their grasp.
Transcending
Definitions
Art
is not an institution…
it
is an inner fire
born
out of those
whose
eyes pierce deeply
into
hidden burning beauty.
Art
is not a class taught by Academia…
it
is a holy vibration
pulsing
through the veins
of
those who sense the truth
of
this world’s perfect purity.
Art
is not a transaction…
it
is a soulful expression
that
has no choice
but
to be released
as
a reflection of the Source.
Art
is not a sales pitch…
it
is an intense emotion
coupled
with a vision
of
crystalline transcendence
that
ruptures open new dimensions.
Art
is not yet ready for the grave…
it
is a raging protest
against
the mortal flesh
that
sings the sweetest melody
about
overcoming life’s suffering.
Trembling
toward the Sun
How
much distance and difference is there
between
a mountain and a molehill?
And
how far are you determined to climb
to
insure your problems amount to blessings in the end?
How
tenacious is your will to peace?
How
deep is your reservoir of faith?
When
you weep with me
do
so not out of sorrow
but
exultation
and
know that even in our suffering
there
shines a light of salvation.
How
many skeletons are there living in your closet
that
rattle bones when you can’t sleep at night?
And
how tired are the dragons that guard the secrets
hiding
in the shadows that haunt your soul?
How
dedicated is your tongue to truth?
How
strong is your resolve in the fire?
When
you dance with me
do
so not in half steps
but
full measure
and
know that every movement
guides
us closer to the stars.
How
many millstones hang around your neck
as
you drag your cross from earth to sea to sky?
And
how many psalms do you recite in darkness
as
a prayer for healing to arrive with dawn?
How
inspired is your passion?
How
embedded is your urge to ascend?
When
you sing with me
do
so not in low key
but
high spirits
and
know that this language of lyrics
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I dig it.
ReplyDeleteGreat bunch of poems by a great poet! KUDOS!
ReplyDeleteWow... Amazing writing as always... I especially like the poem "trembling toward the sun" Nice!
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