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Call Of The Wind

I had forgotten knowing her name.
Then found her – worlds away
Wearing other masks
But always she whispered to me
Calling my name, sheltering me
Singing ineffably sweet songs
The wind of her being
Lifting me, taking me home
With her, I have no other
The wind calls me her daughter
And I answer

NEVER THE JOY

Why can’t he and she
Be you and me?
Why am I only the vessel
Never the joy? 

Where does my future lie
Alone in the dark?
So high above me
Songs sail past
So far out of reach
Deep into the past

Silver warrior
Singing life’s byways
Songs of home and
Of the highways
Questing always
For the invisible way

Speak to me
Keeper of the flame
Dark womb’s depths
Engulf my silence
Contain me as I should be
I seek your haven
And my release

Don’t be L 7 Bro ...

Flame Out

 

 

 
WALKS LIKE A GYPSIE-IPSIE
Where has she heard that line before
Dances like a gypsie-ipsie
Where did she learn that kind of move
Before she was grown
She lived another lifetime
A world away from here
Lessons she learned so deeply buried
Forgotten in her present life
Remembered in her soul, by her body
In her song-full heart
Not gypsy born but gypsy bred
As she traveled cross the globe
Her zest for life and love
Her passion for song and dance
Helped her cross borders
No ‘grump’ could,
And still she walks
Like a gypsie-ipsie

COULD YOU PLEASE REPHRASE THE QUESTION

The web, the web you ask

Which web, oh, the world wide web

Could you please rephrase the question?

The Tao of Physics, Indra’s Net

Spider woman Grandmother

The ancients wove their lives

Into the fabric of heaven

Moondrops from oceans above

Cascade upon invisible barriers

Can’t you see the only things you see

Set you up to be as blind as is

Comfortably cool

Life’s cool . . . I can always

Move on – survivor – Gypsy-wise

Psycho-suppressed closet Hippidom

Disclaimed, dispossessed

Fed ‘you ought to’s . . . ‘

Could you please rephrase the question?

Do you want to know,

To understand a totally alien mind

Whose only concerns

Lead them to walk the wheel

Of nurturance, Peace, Love, Respect

Respect your mother

For she gave unselfishly

Indra’s net despoiled?

Could you please rephrase the question?

This year, this un-numbered year

Time suspended

Infinitely potential

In potentiality

Survivors’ club, members only

Soul’s dis-allusion in the moment

Anticipation of certitude?

Could you please rephrase the question?

One thing’s certain, the game

Changes with the turf.

I listen, always hoping

Collecting magical flotsam

Scintillating respiration

Syncopated rhyme

Big C lives to scam the fan

Any way he thinks he can

What’s the weenie waggin truth Bobo?

Is the slam a dead headed

Dead end street?

Could you please rephrase the question?

. . . . and all I can see for miles of

Horizon is wheat’s golden flame

And it’s burning – and heaven and

Earth are burning, as trees burst.

Sage shears, and the land goes to sleep

How was anger invoked?

Could you please rephrase the question?


CONSCIOUSNESS MAKES IT 

I am the center of my own perfect rainbow,

Where fire and flesh are one.

 Consciousness makes it so.

Sparkling ocean of ease

 Within the full-formed rainbow.

 And Whorton's Who was ...? 

 Guess Who...?  Guess again!

Rainbow blisses and pomegranate kisses,

 Alone with an empty page to fill.

 Searching for more fire and flesh.

 Locked into time, out of infinity.

 Like a lost golf ball,

 Plop - pond - ripple...

 Another perfect rainbow.