Nature Prayer

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Harbinger of souls
Carry me beyond
This Earthly caste

Above the forlorn
To rise, to see
Clear and open

Beyond the rabble
See the whole
Unmired from detail

Dark wing carry
Into the sun
Where all are one

Stoic.

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Pretty Things

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We see the pretty places
With sun and sand
Upon a beach hand in hand

Gloss over ugly things
Averted gaze we look
Away from what we took

Security just an illusion
Seeing what we choose
Never seeing what we lose

 

Paths

 

Until my last breath
My last gasp
I will be here
Trying to explain

The simplicity
We have lost
In the mêlée
We maintain

And to say Adieu
As I go from here
I will shed no tear
As I will see you soon.

 

Stoic & Buddhist

Daily

I see and love

I understand,  I try

Unmoved in my seeing

In the least of these

 

I do not; I cannot, judge

Every breath a gift

Yet I cannot rest

Even if not for me

 

Others abound

And I fail into my,”Life.”

My Wants go

My Concerns go

 

I am for you.

I have always been

For in you, I am

You may be

 

Someone I know

Or a stranger

You may be Him

How can I know?

 

And I realize

“You,” are in all

Every touch I give

Every heart I know

 

I am Yours.

The Custodians

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We were given a gift

The world to command

All Wisdom in our hands

 

If the World was without us

How would it be less?

 

We were gifted the One

Self-aware and absorbed

Yet we are so blind

 

Ego raised to an art

A World set apart

And we raped it all

 

The world without Man

Nature’s balance

As it was planned

 

What was the gift

We gave?

What did we offer?

 

If we never were

Life would have endured

Ensured as designed

 

Yet we were, we are

Lost in ourselves

Until the bitter end

Cold Day Dreams

 

City sidewalk cafe

Crispy fried chicken

A sweet girl talking

All smiles and black hair full of curls

 

So familiar in her long black coat

Down and nylon

Is she the one serving?

Somehow I know her

 

From a dream or awake?

She asks about some children

As they play on the street

And I am awake

 

As she lingers within me