bursting with the light of the Sun

There are moments when rhapsody
expands the heArt to bursting in a longing song
like the rays of the morning Sun.

... there are ecstasies lingering between these words,
feelings of connectivity rhapsodizes the spaces and longing,
that intimate language of the Heart, permeates therein ...

You feel the words like the warmth of the Sun
on your face making you pause --
a remembrance in the light
the longing song in the particle
hurtling through space to your face.

to look and look and look, and dare to see
from in the Heart so wonderfully,
that all the beauty we can embrace
comes from inside your original face ...

and if you let the Heart through
'tis only the good you'll do
and while looking up at the face of the sky
smile and you'll know why!

As above, so in you
the light, the warmth, the sky of blue
and in the darkest of the nights
the Stars that sparkle as they do...

I see the glint of light in your eye, inside each glint
is the spark come from the Heart of flame behind it ...
the mindful prayer flashing in a Loving look
from a Heart wide open ... bursting with the light of the Sun.

contrast too

I sit here
in miserable happiness
without but within
a wondrous mundaneness
of insensitive sensibilities
that rapture my containment ...

Language is a constraint
which Poetry suffers
by bleeding its meaning
from the cuts of its wonder!

the Heart is the organ of Awe making the mind to Wonder...

The Heart is the organ of Awe
making the mind to Wonder

Your imagery is well writ,
in your singular style and wit
and the flow it seems,
sings softly in these binary streams
and so the last stroph cries your insight
for all to realize!

The use of contrasts is Poetics form
it catches the unwary in that word duality
so the Zen of meaning lights through;
the sentiment is Lovely as well...

Truth is rare in words that stare
but arise inside as meaning,
better is the thought in beauty fair,
all in wonder dreaming ...

I stare at forever out from windows
inside and listen to the silence there,
my Heart aches with longing
and a childlike awe makes my mind to meaning ...

Our wordplay dances on the page
and our meaning becomes a dance for the reader ...

Eyes are always on with Writers
through all sorts of miseries and pains.
They tell their stories from whom they are
and from their Dreams of what if.
The `wait`station between one life chapter
and the next is often one of melencholic musings
and inner searching.

To Dream we need to rest
and to live we need to dream;
rest easy and Dream a new life ...

The Darkest night

In infinite darkness
an ancient ache cried out
from which came many tears

and so they became
lights in the firmament;
Stars in the night!

From Darkness comes light
and of the deeper,
allured to those Dreams

a loneliness is cast
to the edge of forever
in longing swells.

There is nothing left to burn
when infernal anguishes sputter;
the Stars are falling!

* * *

With Darkness comes light
from the longing of the night ...

We Poets echo each other like Souls writing as one,
between the watery Moon and the fiery Sun,
a Love ascends us to a mutual bliss,
in ecstasies longing where lips cannot kiss ...

You are a Starry light in this Firmament
to which I wish upon your glittering Star
for the writings and words like thee,
to bring forth happiness over misery ...

So too in the Darkest of the Nights
where you shepherd your suffering
and you swell with a Heart of Love,
Your tears are like the infinite nights
that were shed from up above!

Your tears are an instrument of Love,
as Stars are the tears of night!

Come Sing with me ...

Natures garment is a pliant organic layer of roiling change like a gossamer web of interlaced lights of Love and Joy; that is you and me ...

Change is the primary motivation of Nature, roiling with incessant urges to sparkle in a new way and for a brief instant become amazed at this Beautiful moment; yet She lingers not as She is vast and pregnant with Loves many children to come.

Nature does not differentiate, She proliferates diversity in a multifarious spontaneous Joy. Distinctions like race will always become revised and experimented with by Her, with Her goal and not ours, as the longing pressure to evolve.

Monoculture and homogeneity are dead ends and Nature is fractal in her motivations and experiments of which we as Human kind are only a part. She will design with various intelligent evolutionary perspectives as Her basis and the decision tree is always interconnected with ‘all that is'.

The ‘goal’ is part Art and Part Science and part Spirituality. Sometimes she produces amazing creatures whose only part to play is a brief flowering of Beauty, a temporary bliss like a sigh exhaled in proclamation of awe. At other times she creates Monsters to ravage complacent aspects to be recycled for future births.

She is plain and simple and in plain sight yet we do not see Her ‘nor revere her wondrous dance enough. She Loves when we respond in change with her organic symphony. Dancing in sympathetic vibration to Her Loving song of longing.

What does not Dance in change withers and rots, recycled, to feed all of Her newborn; it is a Loving spontaneously beautiful Dance like when the Heart and Mind are passionately fired in creative synchrony bursting with ideas and the joy to express them in Artistic majesties; this is you and I.

Colour or Race are only a part of Her palette of creativity. She will blend Dark and Light attributes to suit Her goals and we must parlay with Her veritable language of Love with tolerance for the various designs She has wrought. We can only understand Her when we become identical to Her, i.e., plain and simple in tune with Her song of change.

For example, I see a Poet as a way of being plain and simple, in tune with Nature; as one who 'speaks' with the Heart. Where his words are imbued with potential; acting as agents of change. He is a Mystic, making language a catalyst of creation. Singing a prayer with Heartfelt words, igniting Grace to action.

A Poet shows us the magical all that is; where Beauty echoes through all things, like Natures laughter in a flower. He is a Mystic in a communion with the 'Eternal Present' where no past ever compelled, nor future beckoned! They teach us that we are each a miracle; a song of Love, where sorrow and joy, laughter and tears, are lyrics and notes in an awesome symphony of Creation ... Her joyous song of change!

We are 'meaning makers', and choose thusly what is of value in our lives. We are 'Magicians' and can compel even 'creation' to move by our 'will'. But the 'Mystic', the Poet is plain and simple; Beauty and Truth are an organic 'Alchemical' treatise written on his 'Heart' with an 'elixir' of prayers revelling in 'Bliss', revealing Reality, the true 'Gold'. A joyous urge of Nature singing and dancing Her longing song of Love!

So, whom will you in Joy and Love become today!! She wants to see each and all of Her children Sing in Awe and Wonder. Do you hear Her? She is singing even now! I'm dancing ...

When I look into your eyes

When I look into your eyes ...
a lovely butterfly comes from a chrysalis of pain
to fly free with Soul again!

It is a mystery...
An ancient ache wells up into
a glint of the eye,
where the Soul speaks in silences
yet the Heart hears it true,
when I look at you!

oh, a moment of passing so lucidly
with all the feelings played out in it,
where such a look into your eye
could cause such a wordless cry.
This look of one Soul seeing each other
and in that seeing is an eternity of you and me ...

The Peace of infinite possibilities
and silence of timelessness ...
a flow and rhythm like the lapping little waves
of a calm lake onto the beach
under the monotone Moonlight
casting shadows on the shore ...
a lightness in the dark
taking us gently through the night ...

Sweet memories from which we've come,
so far under Moon and under Sun.
We see farther because of our Soul inside,
with tears and laughter from which we spring,
all our smiles come alive again
when eyes are glittering from way back then.

An ecstatic surrender towards this destiny,
with all ones Heart listening to the language of the Soul
in silence drawn to that Loving goal ...

I see it in your eyes!

snow flake

A fractal crystal of watery light
holding the presence of a Star,
oh how wonderful you are!
Oh, snowy flake from above,
you crystallize light with Love ...

oh such a tale told with stillnesses,
of floating whispers each snowy flake,
and the stillness lingers with unanswered silence ...

... a fractal echo of creation
with all the glassic glimmering of a Star,
oh how wondrous is this watery crystal
with a ray of light,
that swathes the world with holy white ...

A light of warmth the Sun comes Spring!

Melting a spontaneous overflowing of words
wept from the heart in a wondrous tale
of wordy meanings and flowed
like a rivulet to a binary sea
where Poets are floating merrily ...

We Poets write with a Magical Pen
that pours plasmic light,
again and again,
and with that light flowing into our eyes
fills our minds with joyous surmise ...

the Triumph of the Pen

oh winging Heart on a mission
to the edge of forever,
speed to the beloved with a message of Love.

We look in a different way,
with the Heart do we see,
and in that wondrous seeing,
is the feeling of awes majesty!

Yeah, that's the way to overcome
the 'thought police' inside our head;
doubt is the Heart killer
and so with this pen,
we’ll write our Hearts out again and again,
and if they judge the words we say,
to dash our Dreams in any way,
then we'll write even more to soothe the Soul
for the writing life is our Loving goal!

This triumph of Love carried to our pen
where in our written words Love lives again ...

A writer writes and never stops writing
and rewrites and writes again and again ...
and he never stops writing except to Dream,
perhaps to reach for that Star in that Star crowded Sky
and bring that Star to the end of his Pen
and write like plasma all over again ...

Looking at the Moon

She sends her longing Love out the window to forever,
with tears of fire rolling down her flushing cheeks,
She sighs a hundred sighs of loneliness and wanting.

Oh, to be unified with wholesome feelings;
the World is longing through her Heart,
to get back to where she has come.
She is her Mothers daughter
and her Father is the regal Sun!

Oh, of warmth and sweetness by the fire,
eventide dissembles all to monotone light,
where Moon and whispers are the way,
oh Baby Baby won't you stay!!!

Hold me tighter against this wrath unkind,
that whimsical nature of my doubting mind,
and if by night you hear me peep,
kiss my brow so that I may sleep.

Rhapsodically Orange Courage

To write of conflict and pain of which again and again
we seem to fall into that separation fear,
to unrighteous desire, that hell we chase
to become one in that fire ...
for if by Love we cannot be, then we fall together wretchedly.

This wretchedness is a waste of time and energy!
It is the unquenchable desire of addiction;
the gateway to many hells ...

These images are links to the Dream realization
of 'interconnectedness' we all share in the fantasia of Soul,
it’s a soft and waiting Heart that’s the real goal ...

A beautiful ending to a wretchedness of this hell of the mind,
that the Heart can speak in silences and help me unwind,
and what is spoken there is so very sweet,
even in the bleakest night my Soul I can meet ...

We Dream of Poetry these longing nights,
and she visits in silken whispers and rhythms of the sea,
Rhapsodically Orange Courage like paintings of music are we ...