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Words surreptitiously laid on page and forum, unrelentingly pursuing a center! - blü.

The Divine

The path of the soul
covered moss and winding ways
finding the Divine in the great stars
in the ladybug crawling across the sill
the spider stowed away on shoulder
suffering my panic and fear
the cricket song, the wayward drumming,
the clicking of echoes and soft smile of stranger
a note left for lunches, porch cats greeting feet
cats paws, dog noses, random smells of October
trickling of a water bowl, light dancing from a screen
children skrilling, wheeling, wonderment, and wail
the momentary madness of forgetfulness
the memory of Spring…
yes, the path of the soul
the Divine
everywhere
in
everything

Passing by

On cold concrete warmed by sun

worn hands extend from worn sleeves

seeking solace from strangers

who are we should we not notice?

who are we should we ignore? 

does kindness require reassurance? 

kindness surely does not. 

don’t just pass by

Moment on a marble step

Sitting in a gateway my mind draws images of John, the homeless vet
Who stood quietly waiting for aid with a cardboard sign
explaining in detail his plight.
Chaotic numbness drowned the words
living on the thrown away luggage of unwant,
invisible underneath the heaving of a norm stuttering to not be.
I withdrew from my comfort to be comforted.
And for this I am left abandoned to my own remorse.
For John, I imagine, still a cardboard sign and
no more an inkling of my selfish aid’s soulful thorn.
Alas, I am less comforted now than when silence
finally stretched out to nothingness
my mind drifted, distracted by the presence of the city.

Spring Storms

Storms passed by the other day and the way they came in left quite an impression. Quickly the sky changed from sun to cloud, the wind whipped up as if furiously pushed beyond its measure, and the tenor of the morning was electrified with anticipation. What was coming!?

Then without hesitation the sky opened as the clouds resounded its warning, albeit seemingly late. The windows were awash blurring every already muted color. The building shook with each beat of sky. It was over in a matter of minutes – a half an hour no more. It left us without so much as a kiss goodbye or much evidence it had come save for the homage of leaves and branches scattering the ground.

The sun took its place once more, the day was all the more clear.

Caged Birds and Flowers

Flowers fade

bee lay to rest its days of care

fox slips into dreamless sleep unseen

even the song must cease

- that song the caged bird sings

and yet

Breath comes in

Breath goes out

strength renewing

for I drink in the air

you breath – last, new, and still

your fear is mine

your courage is mine
mine is yours as well.

Days have passed

The days have passed into fuzzy waves
like looking at a tree’s leaves when the sun is peeking through
and so it is, this life, this dream of a dream
living and breathing without moments
without recall
just waiting for the sun to set so I can
see the ocean of dreams meant for us
now meant for me and try to fathom
which one I shall choose to rescue
and bring to the shore of my soul
it is not going to be easy
when the days have passed into fuzzy waves
like looking at a tree’s leaves when the sun is peeking through