Falling into your tired
and gentle eyes,
I found in you a
resonating thread
just glowing
like illuminations
from the silver moon
through the clear,
stark window pane.
I looked with my
humming heart at you,
and then moon,
in her vibrant wisdom,
threaded and melded
our sacred sounds with
the eternal line of time.
Time – which has
no beginning and no end
and asks nothing of we two
but to simply be
Love’s Song.
Fantasy of an Old Girl
There is a playground
in my comedic soul,
where heart and bone,
muscle and blood
come together like
Cow jumping over Moon….
pirouetting like a deer.
Little dogs do always laugh
when I lollop on by,
trying to catch a
dishy old dish and
spooning round spoon….
Ah…. an ageing old girl
catches the tail of that moon;
It’s the quickest way to heaven.
Dedicated to Peter Thompson, The Old Boy
Tonight, coming to the brow of the hill
canopied by darkened skies, I gasped.
There, hanging low, like a rich red blood orange
sat the magnificent March Moon, meditating,
as if the song of OM were hers to sing out to the world.
If we who travel along the roads of chaos avoiding
the sink holes, could but lift our wearied eyes,
if we could genuflect with
deep respect to this Queen of the night,
we too would know how to sound the OM.
Now is the time to stop chasing that endless tail,
watch and listen to the Moon in the sky
and the Moon in our Souls
where, burning quietly, Peace does dwell…….
See her there in your third eye……
she glows with the burnished truth of the Earth.
Look Up
Sometimes it’s like being alone,
feeling the mixed nature of that blessing.
Your attention is in staying balanced enough
to make it through and then,
the calm of nature becomes stirred up and fired
by elemental forces….
Do you not know that when you look to the pitted ground
to preserve your footing, you may not see
through the blow of your wild and windswept hair,
others, coming towards you on the same path?
To look into each other’s soul-filled eyes,
we must first look up and breathe
…… in order to see.
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