Cloudy Waves

I Was There

2013-05-07T16:56:00.000-07:00

I was there,but could not stay
There, but my mind wandered far away
Away from the overtones and undertones
Buffeted along the way by grave objectives and vapid directives
The meeting's voices now like vast and distant moans
And deep within there were groans, a longing to be free
Free from bleeding away bits of a soul, free from bitter carrot's lure
With each lopsided pledge to taskmasters, in each bloody signature
Away from this empty characature and towering condescension
Gone sleep-like in a bed of the mind's wandering suspension

Littered is the landscape with houses once walked through
Forgotten are the candy wrappers of past conversations that I knew
Faces of little ones with questioning looks, then chirping fly each on high
Hi, hello, somewhere below, friends pass by with eyes full of love you to
By and by with laughing sigh, I to stretch up and fill the marshmallowed sky
Trees in the breeze so elegant to behold, dancing, whispering
Whistling secrets that cannot be told, caressing and addressing
Their care for one another, and the flowers call out a blessing

The wind's wailing speaks of a way that waxes above the mundane
While below lies the common train, all marching dutifully till drained
The breath of life in everyone can see what is not expressed
Because of poverty, sleepy, or pained of hearts' distressed
But, Turning that night into day, the universe spins as if to say
Let you not be troubled, employ your hand to care and bread
love one another, be not afraid little ones, is this not what
The messengers that dwell above the stars have said?

Bits and pieces ebb away, others may choose to stay
Shaking off garments of day, sparks released like mighty oceans waves
Altogether, the old ones say, we like the leaves fly away
Off to join the dust and dew, where all creation is made new
In the heat of super nova, cast about among the great lights
There to sing, there to shout, there to praise, in delight
Embedded in a cloud of voices, with countless hearts
In the heavens to enjoy, announcing love, shining bright
I was there, but could not stay, What I knew I could not say
Till the smallness of ambiguity's grey, change to rainbow filled horizons in stunning array.

The Skunk

2013-05-03T05:09:00.001-07:00

The skunk came by at 4:am to putrefy and stupefy
To cause my sleeping sky to fall down utterly on me
I couldn't breath, because this country beast had been brought to my city
And brother, oh my L-rd, does he smell even now, oh so #$%&*
Being considerate of animals and feeling so hot
This one wishes he could prepare the little Peppe
A breakfast of black barrelled buckshot
Traveling to the other side of the house did not help
We'd been attacked and bombed by this little welp
Though unseen and black as night, he makes his presence felt alright
Oh dear G-d take this one away along with his offensive olfactory quandary
Drop him along side the fishes beneath the unknowing waves of sea
That sleep might once again rain down on me
And early morning florid fragrant pungency forget this buggers spray.

Poetry

2013-03-05T13:06:00.001-08:00

Poetry is the innocence that lives in each of us. It is that what makes us unique.
when we try to conform to something other than what we are, the poetry dies.
It is the stuff of kin and kindred, the stories of our past and places.
The verse that springs up from inside of us that is at once relavent, not relavent,
romantic, silly and perhaps nonsensical or crazy.

Love is that thing which gives life and breath to all that lives in this pasture.
Love embues the spirit with being and hope. It is the glue that holds the cosmos
in place and allows for creatures to be made from the remnants of super novas.
Love can be seen in the jump of the sea creature, the song of the winged,
the satin painted sunset and in the storm that replenishes mountain and field.
Love is a warrior set about to heal, reveal and make new until all is well.

Age is that platform that we arrive at while striving for success. It welcomes us on
the bus that may be going nowhere and turns many into spectators, observing
the changing scenery through the windows. Alas the bus always crashes in the end,
with drama, and usually some medical staff. But all at once we are free to exit the
bus and play in the spring sunshine once again. No longer do we tire, watch TV,
read magazines, pay taxes or need.

Youth will not be conquered, but overcomes with laughter and tears, joy and adventure,
Its tests the testy testers, and mocks all the rules of love and life. The jasmine blooms and
so it is with the little ones. Playing at this and that, daring to love and to win. The clouds
yield to blue skys and the wind is content to stroke many ruddy cheeks and fluff
flowing hair with the purity of a brooklet traveling through a bedroom window in the
the waking of the day, and in the waving of wildflowers.

Deep in Sleep

2012-12-27T15:09:00.000-08:00

Deep in sleep the dog's barking sound
Came down, down down
Til I swam through the billowy pillows
and comforting blankets up and up

When I reached the surface and opened my eyes
The lightless room unfolded before me
On with my cap and armed with my shoes
I leaned down the hallway like a rubber balloon

Out through the crashing wood and metal doors
I plunged into the cold light of the stars
Drank in the refreshing clean pool of ether
Who or what had disturbed the frightened beast

He came to my leg and I looked down, scratching his head
Together we went to investigate our domain
Two silent shadows glowering and hovering
Long wrought Iron gate, one looking over, one under

Nothing there, silence more, then,
Like some castle drawbridge, the gate screeched
And we specters floated to the alley just beyond
Blue corridor, walls and black garbage bins, left and right

Nothing there in the night, nothing wrong or right
We retreated to our fortress with G-d's blessing
Clanging shut the rolling door, I reached down again
Scratched once more the ever grateful asking canine

The four legged teddy bear seemed to say
Won't you stay a little longer to keep me company?
I strolled away straight and tall, having just saved us all
From dew and crickets strong, happy for the moment's calm

Glad for the night's celestial heights
Warmed for the sleeping family inside
Grateful for the gift of life
Swept up in the Creator's swirling dream

All Laid Out

2012-11-21T16:19:00.005-08:00

I closed my eyes and was all laid out on the seaside picnic table
The warm sun shone down on my face like a giant spotlight
The weight of the sky pressed down on my chest, pinned my shoulders and flattened me against the bench

Wind rushed over my body like ocean waves running to and from the shore

Pushing my soul further and further out to sea.

Seagulls slashed with shrieks to rebuff all invisible threats

But I stretched out further beyond the event horizon

There I wept as I embraced those whom I had mostly forgotten

Faces so pure that I wondered at their bright eyes and soft complexions

Emotion flooded my soul as I grieved for not having seen their goodness in too long a time, While joy turned me in riptide the other way

There we shown above the farthest stars and danced a silent symphony

No want, no desire, no wondering of anything other than the celebration shared
Raised up like a spray upon the spiral of the universe in peace and stillness against a tidal crown of love
Then an unseen hand waved a wind upon all, til like sand in the Sun's warmth

We flew and sparkled in the light and settled back to whence each had come

They to the heavens and I to breathe at ocean's door

On the bench by the shore my cheeks streamed with salt water

My heart not knowing how to stop
Though it be not right to say,
All that I am would rather stay
Raised above with those I've loved,
Than here, laid out in breezes, on this day.

In memory of my Parents, David Horton and many others.

Cloudy Waves

2012-07-15T19:04:00.002-07:00

Little soldiers pass me by sometime near then far away

Turning into cotton balls that tend to fade from memory

Melting night becoming day blessed sandy cloudy waves

Coursing life, caressing stances, long romantic loving glances

Humming home of warm exchanges execute perfected chances

A hello and then goodbye nest in these ancestral branches

Drumbeat strikes the shallow pond rippling to other places

Thought brings rock to rainbow shown in ancient phrase

Falling through the heavens now canopied in cloudy waves

Hands employed drawn out about set to tame the tide

Catapult the harrowed ride, birth to death and other side

Drink up now of mother’s love, dew, rain, in sunshine bright

Softly slowly goes the way of life bees blossoms honey strife

We go along our way so well children wife and knave

Angels softly watch on these wrapped up in cloudy waves

Breezes blanket meadows with sweetest scented nectar

While one by one each little poppy like a blessing of ardor

Embraced and taken to another, from the place it was before

Oh song of joy and sadness to thee we creatures are as slaves

Each cup that passes from vine to lips drinks up this crowd of days

Washes sun and moon away, tearing splendid stars above the cloudy waves

The Window

2012-05-19T23:45:00.001-07:00

Looking back through the dark window of memory
Through another window at my childhood home
Long ago in another place, even then I felt it slipping away
Becoming intangible, the ground giving way beneath my feet
On the other side happy faces silent as the snow outside
Held there in the golden light like an animated spell
The ice glistening at the heavens cold moon and stars
The air pure like mountain water and the sentiment warm within
And within my heart, so I sang a song of angels
Those inside first startled and then laughing and crying out
Till I was met at the door with familial embrace and kisses
I had once again managed the seemingly impossible
To escape back to my place of acceptance, and caring
The place of love and kindness, where others assumed my wellbeing
Where food, good times and spirits flew to my side
How I longed to stay but felt that I could not
That my lease was up, that my story was beginning elsewhere
I understand now about what Longfellow wrote:
"And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
Every far off place visited, leaves many a fond ones behind
But visions and forces beyond our control drive us out
Into the winter night of life from the spring time and summer
Although the road may take us back again we can never really stay
Oh yes, I knew it then even as I know it now
Even as a boy, I knew that there'd be an end to it all
To those good times, to that good place and to those good folks
It was fearful to me then, even as it is somewhat tearful to me now
A weaving now unwoven allows the wind to blow through this page
And I must let go of that which I cannot catch
Till I am caught up in it once again, with them, in another time
With the rain and sun through another window.

Little Boat

2012-01-10T16:27:00.000-08:00

Little boat upon the sea
Drifting past where eyes can see
Horizon's splash and then beyond
To another relative home
Water continent blue and deep
Sunlight lockets dancing keep
Call of seagulls overhead
Heat rains down, skin turns red
Salty seaweed aqua spray
Swimming creatures salute the day
Ocean swells caress the hull
Sails on sky like walking dresses full
O taste of water on lips, tongue and throat
With fair breezes fill the soul with hope
Beggar seals and friendly dolphins visit
Till waves and dreams carry us to a higher summit.

Run Down

2011-10-04T10:56:00.000-07:00

Run down, shut up, chewed on, spit out
Ground up, walked on , kicked in, put out
shined on, black eyed, down south, get on
Beat up, broke down, can seem to crawl out
Canned up, blanked brained, canceled raw
Simple spinned, double chinned, ignored, outside
Antisocial crucible, smashed bits, broken cigarettes
Wrist watch don't work, can't save, monies spent
Weighed on, trespassed, called out, shit canned
Looking down, train tracks sound, get away
You've done wrong, too old, to fat, too young
Too big, too small, brown skinned, bound to fail
Get lost, played out, traffic ticket, bills to pay
Sick at heart, throw away, not qualified, grind and ground
Bitter, sour, sanguine, reflux, spit, coward, angry, stupid shit
Wipe the shoe, step in it, turning, wrenched, stomach pit
Threatened, bothered, borked and broken,
Piss off, pissed on, die young, death comes
Credit debit, charges charged, break the bank
Pay the fine, look away, find the time, fall down
Dirty glass, barking dog, darkened night, mind of fog
Spit out, drink up, shut in, dream on, do this now
Hope long, fight hard, one step, love all
Forgive, live.

It Wasn't Really

2011-09-02T15:02:00.000-07:00

Thought it was special, but it wasn't really
It seemed to be magic, till it just sat there
Anything could have been, but it wasn't written
Many came to see and then went home
Then some died and some were born
Inside the bell was silence
Only love grows
Her flowers yet blossom
All the rest fades
Till there is nothing but
Wind, rain, smokey fog and dew
Aqua skies, hail and sun
All just sweat
Burnt away
Rising
Is

Deep in Summer

2011-07-11T16:57:00.000-07:00

Where have all the cars gone
Not as many as before
The way seems empty, the people gone
Buried deep in summer
They are buried deep in summer
Each in a tunnel of their own sun
In burrow of singular fun
Shooting out the other side of black holes
Where the light is stored for a rainy day
Travel on to the commonplace
The business space, the pent up race
There the heat, it cannot touch you
The windows cannot see you
Skinny life measured out barely reaches
Comics in the sky play out, but ignore those within
Hearts lined up, armored against the bird song
Marching dutifully toward five
When ocean tide awakens
Then sun and moon descend like dew
To moisten every eye wherein grows love
Buried deep in summer
Love grows buried deep in summer
A baby cries, a mother calls, a school yard lives
Ice cream melts slowly down the horrizon
All the crickets play, old timers talk
Ladybug and ants creep along the rose stem
Sigh and wipe away the persperation
Buttery thick the air as twilight fades
Restless flies in the kitchen never notice
Crash goes the screen door
Dirty ruddy freckles, and glowing eyes
Hanging mouth drinking in breath
Corners turned up in happiness
Buried deep in summer
Smiles of the young are deep in summer
Jays and Starlings weave nest and song
Stary Stary Night comes to birth
As life whirls about the streetlight
A tugboat groans somewhere from afar
Something hisses and the night glows red
Coke ovens across the river find relief
A dog barks, then silence
Dreams conjure under damp linen clouds
Traveling faces, friends, lips, arms, foes, charms
Refreshed only by cool morning breezes
As clarity of day calls our name
Awakening is buried deep in summer
A heart beating deep within summer

The Lamb

2011-07-07T14:53:00.000-07:00

Once, in the day of rest
K'dusha rent this earthly vest
A silent wind flew to another place
Of azure surrounding flame of swirling white
No care did follow there
Only the quiet roar of myriad voice
Joined in Spirit the distant many called out
Filling the waters above the earth
K'dosh, K'dosh, K'dosh. . . .
As the sound settled in this life
Holy, Holy, Holy
Dreamlike universe seemed to turn
Is the L-rd of Hosts
Till awareness came to something near
The whole earth is full of His Glory
Standing alone was the Lamb
All of creation is full of His Praise
Gentle, yet strong, with seven eyes
Baruch K'vod ....
Holding all within an unwavering gaze
Blessed is the Glory of the L-rd in His abode.

..like snow pure and still, knowing He is G-d
As this time melts away.. .

The Sloth

2011-07-07T00:36:00.000-07:00

Goodly now the night is come
Wine must needs leave the hand
Fly flees not, seeing not the bed
Nor the pillow where lay sweaty head
Air still wet and thick
Hanging round like dragon's breath
Distant cars pass like songs
till silence creeps in
To put aside lazy thought
Lay here upon canvas cot
Flora exhale in the mind and senses
As Berried Bushes brings bear's drool
So Nick Bottom doth make a fool
Donkey becomes an Ass to know
Tis not spring but summer now
Jasmine delightest this furrowed brow
Orange Blossom spiders dance in the moon
Whilst Stars and planets fall in fast
Dark matter wise and vast
Radiate to crowd out all
Save the play of little kinder hearts
Roll away now, roll far away
Drowsily, overturned ist sinking day.

Please check out my friend Scott Lasky, a really fine composer

2011-07-06T23:34:00.000-07:00

Here is a recent piano piece written by an old friend of mine; I find it frankly stunning. Hope you like it as well.

http://youtu.be/U_xAydUFmqY
or
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_xAydUFmqY

All Writ Out

2011-05-04T16:57:00.000-07:00

All shut up, all writ out
Try to write, it won't come out
Try again, turn about
Stretch the words, make them shout
The head is empty, nothing's there
No feelings felt, no despair
Clever quips all flown away
Muted strikes the end of day
Blood turns still to cotton
Birthing thoughts now forgotten
The new idea does not schetch
Here draw upon an empty nest
A sling of sighs with none to cast
Colors witheld from stained glass
Not to worry, nor to pity
Hemingway lives in a far off city
Shakespeare never stooped down these stair
His hand touched not the mundane fare
So what of it when wispy wind comes not
The smoke of this script is but sot
Thus contented with his lot
The pen refuses to put the jot
So silly strings need not be missed
Of nothing being wrought
When the lines all come to naught.

Dreaming Again

2011-02-20T00:16:00.000-08:00

I was dreaming again, of untroubled time
But the watchers came and killed the dream
Dressed in hollow lab coats white and clean
With no ears to hear my scream
And secret words behind the walls were spoken
My head hurt and inside my words were choking
The labor of my hand was turned against my name
Wide eye stares and rubber faces
Official chicken gibberish words spake out
Till from deep in the earth rose up anger's shout
My mind could no longer see,
But the grabbing of their collars and slapping of their faces
My words had not syllable, could write no sound, no cases
For the hideous creatures shrieking had no gentleness
The skinner box was closed and the righteousness
Of the headless invisible ones crushed all that was good
Breaking heart and will, looking on behind darkened hood
Oh so tired to carry, that which needs be buried
The boxer had no place to strike at blood and clay
For the shadows on the wall had all run away
Back to their places behind the day
Back to where they'd been before
Little dictators one and all
All home caning in Singapour
Do not chase them, let them go
For anger doth kill the mortal soul,
They like spiders run to count vibrations
Caught up in coolie whispered lies
Those black hole bellied spies
Sucking out the life of the hive
Till they fall fast like broken lines
From the weight of shallow hollow spines.

Long Lost Lad

2011-02-19T23:08:00.000-08:00

I'm lookin for a long lost Ladd
I knew him once I Knew his dad
I found him on my doorstep and on my dialpad
But know he's gone away, I hope not angry, perchance not sad
He climbed the bears Nest
And divined the sailors shipwreck
Now on land, then again on deck
Where'd he go now this son of the Titans
To feed the waif and fill the wayward
With food and tale, folksong and ale
Till all filled with words so long
as to make one ready for the comfort of dreams
For a hand on the helm gives warmth to the souls
of any who know the navigators skill
and so the winds whisper still.....
Laddy where have ya gone ta son?

A Moment With the Torah

2010-11-28T19:52:00.000-08:00

I grabbed hold of the Torah and hugged it close,
My head going into it's cover and pressing against it
With eyes closed and in a moment before we began to sing
I felt my soul travel off to be with Him
Enraptured and enfolded by His Almighty presence
For an instant all cares and worries faded
I thought to myself this must be what it is like
To pass from this world to the next
No thought of responsibility, toil,
Nor the weight of this life and others
Just a short time of peace in the warmth
Comfort and shadow of His presence
Knowing the Sabbath rest, but more than this
To be all enveloped in stillness without desire
No intent did take me there, nor did it bring me back
But rather it was the sound of our voices
Canting the words of the Torah processional
Down from Sinai Moses descends with
G-d's holy word in his hands
It was an auspicious time
A time when G-d's voice could be discerned in dreams
Not a voice of anger toward Pharaoh
But one of love and correction
Not unlike a Dickens narrative
So that we might know for ourselves
Beyond mere trust, but rather by experience
King Davids words of Psalm 23.

Winter Night

2010-11-24T23:32:00.000-08:00

I love the winter night
The cold dark so stark and bright
No one out, none in site
Walk on for miles in silent sight

So peaceful is the fair
Midnight cleansing air
That washes over me
As my dog and I pass there

Stunning the resplendence
Of its pristine clarity
Like a mountain stream falling
Making soft the mind's horizon

Gently flowing
Carrying us along
While others sleep well
And some sleep long

All of us wrapped up together
In the watchful starry blanket
A sea of Van Gogh's souls
Touching the texture of innocence

Like a one who takes my hand
Calms that which tries to comprehend
The unending unseen extending out
Beyond the steps I make

On to the unspoken blowing whispers
O'r white snow and black Terran lake
So refreshing to this ethereal kite
I love the quiet winter night

A Kind of Purgatory

2010-11-24T22:51:00.000-08:00

When the travelers' sleep began to thaw
The shadows had not yet gone to rest
A moment in the wall of cold, then harnesses buckled
Once again the iron gate called out its ancient sound
Beyond the colonnade and gardens two sprites shown
A lone sentry watched as we entered his regard
Marking our departure from the place of dreams
A coyote, that crooked shade, paused, then flew across the way
Opening the unseen lock to let our vessel pass
His bushy pale grey tail flagged us onward
Out and into the main channel's current,
Between the mouth of the railroad's black underbrush
And the opposing forest of cobalt house shrubbery
We passed by as if in a soap bubble
Black shadows danced about on the corner
As if driven by an oven's pungent breath
Like black flames in some kind of purgatory
There in the tender wisps of white morning mists
Dangling like bait on unseen strings
Until the great metal Leviathan
Came down hard and fast with a wail and snort
To swallow everyone his soul and future
Carrying them off like Jonahs to Ninevah
Where had they gone, to whom would they prophesy
My head turned round, my little one was left behind
To bath at sun up in cheery water polo soup
I drifted on to hazey blinding skys at high speeds
Coughed out and delivered on the doorstep
Picking up where I left off
Stepping into the clock of the dream breaker
Slowly coming round to florescent lights
And the warm smell of strong coffee
Pouring through my mind

Sleep

2010-07-12T00:31:00.000-07:00

For now to sleep the bygone way
To leave behind the things of day
To travel on a darkened path
Into the light of thoughts and sprites
Of things forgone and things past
Of desired futures milky way
Wrongs and rights beneath the mast
There to work out what cannot be
All the things the mind conceives
Flights of spirit, souls and me
My cradle G-d rocks ever gently
Into the not yet and becoming billows
beyond the reach of the sun
In bed, blanket and pillows
In the quiet stream of fresh night air
Sometimes troubled, other times fair
Looking for ones who passed by there
Through hallways long and garden passages
Delighted to be swimming up in the breezes
While yet resting with princes and sages
With unseen relatives who help turn the pages
I enter swept onward brave blind coward
Through the door and currents of unknowable day
Or gentle morning dawn misting flowers in the hay.

Life and Death

2010-06-22T16:46:00.000-07:00

Upon hearing the sound
Of horn, hoof and hound
Like mountain streams gone riverbound
Refreshing waters underground
In canyons deep where oceans abound
Done round and round and round
He ventured an stumbled like a funny clown
To the peopled Borough where the lights shown
Up and down the mounds
Over the hills and statued lawns
In distant floating nights and breezy chirping dawns
On his face were dew and sun
Guiding to the place and town
Of schooled and steepled vagabond
Where the only safe one
Was the rabbit on the run
The glory was great and wine ran freely
Kisses like roses, fragrant and silly
Those in tails and wedding gowns danced gaily
Rocking babies in their cribs slept well
Old ones rested and blessed the spell
With stories long gone and present to tell
So the spinning spun along in the dell
And all things seemed well done and said
When on the green the fox turned red
Startled by the black sound of a gun
Well before it's shout the race had begun
Come spring, come summer, come fall undone
For life and horizon
Origin and destination
Cursing , fighting and alienation
Creating, loving with much dedication
Toil, blessing and damnation
Prayer, song and coronation
Flowers, fowlers and commendation
Prosperity, fools gold , joy and lamentation
Of living, dieing and regeneration
Till the muted coo coo looked on without animation
In the pasture the cows lowed to slow the expectation
Time's point ever sharpening while dulling sensation
Shot an arrow from a distant quiver
Below Country and town began to shiver
Breath on his lips was fleeting and the clouds fickle
Southward Ducks and Geese looked down like angels
Upon each newborn calf, lamb and foal
The bell in the in the market place began to toll
With howling the windswept snow-squalls flew
Slowly hands of ice on placid waters grew
Then all was calm in his mind's landscape view
Of all he had been, done, of those he'd loved and knew
Till shades gone and scattered shadows shew
Now lain aside were cap and gown
As vacant white sleep lay quiet on frozen ground
Silently fly away, fly away, sight and sound
Far from his bosom, where he lay down
With the earth his bed, the cold his blanket,
The snow his pillow, G-d his comfort,
And death his crown.

The Well of Night

2010-06-07T09:06:00.000-07:00

The Well of night is frightening
The dark hides many things
To look therein is fearful
What is found there is terrifying
Inside the broken rings in rings
The sunlight breaks down upon the barrier
Reflecting on the surface of the pool
And gives me strength like a warrior
To carry on strong yet my heart is cool
I dare not peer into that place
For this strength is weakness that must pass
In that day far away but sure
When that season brings the rain
To wash away the dredge of sludge
To drain away the underwater pain
When night is broken and peace shall reign
There baby and elder, sick and unwanted
Large and insignificant to gain
Then I will lose myself in the clear blue sky
With clouds for resting cushions
And stars for companions by and by.

A Prayer for loved ones

2010-06-07T08:45:00.000-07:00

Oh the pain, Oh the pain
For my loved ones
And their fading strength
Like a breath that I cannot catch
Like the fleeting moment that is past
As I climb a mountain of emotion
To the pinnacle of prayer
There I spy release from evil's lair
For my beloved ones tender and fair
To see them struggle against darkest night
Oh Lord fan the spark of life
His assurance calms my fright
I do not know where they travel
In His ship of peace can be no evil
I take comfort in this right spirit
Oh the pain, Oh the pain
of my loved ones ripped away
Their faces fade to black and white
Speaking softly in my night of their day
Showing me things I'd long forgotten
They clap for me while I play
Silently they tread away
From my field of cotton
In their eyes a knowing look
Welled up with tears of joy
My heart is sad and lacrimose
With the longings of a boy
To be enfolded again in arms now lost
Where they are I cannot be
Where they be I surely go
To the deep black light of starry sea
When the sun shall wash away our memory
And we embrace at the end of day
Restored anew in Love's endless country.

Time and Being

2010-06-07T08:37:00.000-07:00

The twisting cloudy mists
Of all that we seek to grasp
Slips away to become
That which we think we wanted
And when we find ourselves
In the place of our desire
A pebble comes to break up
Our reflection in the pool of vision
At that instant the crash of time appears
Violently to rip away part of our life and
For a fleeting moment we come
Face to face with our mortality
In the cold damp tomb of
Our now uncertain furture
No matter how we distract ourselves
In the flurry of life
A piece of us shudders
Waiting for the shock of death
To deliver us into
The still and roaring presence of G-d.