Showing posts with label destiny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label destiny. Show all posts

Sunday, January 28, 2024

She Leaves




Roots reaching in Thirst 

She acted-spontaneous

Limbs longing for light.



Image of 'Bamboo Canopy' via Wikimedia Commons October 19, 2015 in Public Domain. 

Monday, June 1, 2020

Graves and Beds


Often times
of late
I sense I am
two steps,
three ridges back and
one unburnt bridge away
from living the prophecy
being held for me
in some place
I am afraid
to go out of the cave
without any possessions
fear seems rational
but staying
inside while the earth crumbles
around me
ends
one way
eventually
the choice is made
for and by us
evenhandedly
all or nothing
for better
or worse
flowers lie.

Painting by Calude Monet, 'Rounded flower bed', c. 1876 in Public Domain. 

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Thor's day


Lightning likes it when we reach up to touch the sky.
And, grounded as we are
lucky in keeping our electricity contained 
and kept a safe distance from the epicenter or eye
It is miraculous we survive, sometimes, like a flash-
in the way that it is so unexpected, sudden
and unbelievable-until it occurs to you. 
Miraculum, as in the object of wonder.

It happened to me on a Thursday in February, 
just past the noon hour.
I was punched in the chest-
windswept out with words-choking on this
wonder-full revelation.

Desperately I tried to grasp my breath 
midair and stuff it back in where it stings 
and has been so hollow
and in wrestling with this 
it may have sounded like crying or rain.
But the dam lids overflowed 
and I struggled to compose a normal sound

while my son grabs a beverage from the fridge behind me, 
I exhale-steadily
as if blowing out a wish.

It was a video I was supposed to watch, assigned, as in destiny.
The woman spoke of her life, nothing like mine. 
Then she spoke of suicide and asked why, why, why-
she was not asking for forgiveness.
She traded her story with a Buddhist, 
the words he chose to frame her parable were:
"You chose Them", I coughed, she repeated, “you Chose them.”
The accusation blinding, hence the tears we blinked back.
It changes Here.

Where things are twisted 
around & 
you break the descending karmic chain
and begin Free fall.

This is when my heart plummeted like lead into my pelvis,
my rib cage closed, and I gasped one last deep breath
before being born once again
on a Thursday in February.

“This is the miracle that happens every tie to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.” 
-Rainer Maria Rilke
         “Everybody holds the possibility of a miracle.” 
-Elizabeth David 
 “I’ve never seen a greater monster or miracle than myself.” 
-Michel de Maontaigne



Painting by MÃ¥rten Eskil Winge (1825-1896), 'Thor's Battle' in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Plan B


All had gone according to Plan-It was confirmed.
Who made the Plan?
The one with the most Experience.
If they were experienced, why make a plan?
Things don't always go-
according to Plan,
even if it has been done (before).
Is this a new ending?
It is only the beginning.
We must Start over.
In the end...
(pursuant).


Drawing By John Bunyan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. 

Full Title: A Plan of the Road From the City of Destruction to the Celestial City, Adapted to The Pilgrim's Progress, 1821.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

A bird in the bushes


That sudden moment you realize
in full color,
Everything has changed
dramatically-
As though the view had become slightly altered
-say some trees missing over there-
the skyline is as good a place to start
against which the details are sharp-est
most vivid.
This was the moment
that would be marked
the point of divergence,
a terrain change
ahead.
All is
unforgiving in this light.
I said up and above, bellowing
over heals past keeping pace and you race
to keep flying
toward this shiny chromatic destiny as if it were all the same-
to you,
estranged.
This very moment remains
coveted yet-
unchanged by the bumps and bruises,
fallen limbs and
sin,
regardless
of it always being just

this way.



Image of artwork By Internet Archive Book Images [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, April 22, 2016

A-flow-T


It was up-side-down-which
is not up There
is no up-any-way
that the dhow
knew the way the wind blew
and grabbed it as the how
to get There
the Tao
and even keel held bronze pins in place
on the starboard to cease and assist
sunken ships weight and wait
with least resistance finding that
flow
feels easy like you know
down pat what is
up
either way anyway
if you don't flow
with it
you'll never know
smooth sailing up-on destiny's dhow.




Image of painting by By Maxwell, Donald [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Traffic at the Top of Privledge


It seems to be moving
                                   along quicker now.
I am not switching-indecisiveness
                                   is dangerous.
It's slow enough to look
                                   out the windows
and get a sense of where you are
and all that is out there.

Not where you are going,
                                   but passing through, some seem stalled-
but you're no expert.

That one exit is always jammed
                                   and the line continues to grow-
no matter what time.
They creep, and honk; impatient to arrive.
It does not make it faster
                                        and they act as if already too late
to gather any remaining free gifts, you keep what you reap
(and much more).

It will be nearly over when they arrive.

Everyone who invites themselves knows it
                                                                     is all in their honor.

The new King and Queen of Entitlement will be crowned!
Dunces of Deservitude!

I've never been invited, or dropped in on one of these
                                                                     formal functions
where some super special ones are showered with interest,
and accrue an air of finality and justice in their grandiloquence.

You have passed them.
They are driving their Destinies, exiting
into Karma town, talking on their iWant and
counting all the righteous people ahead of them.





Image by Marjory Collins, Traffic Jam 1943 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, March 6, 2015

Haven't I seen you somewhere before


The soul divided
Twice undone
to the power of one
made whole by reflection

The moment of the shortest light
Good and Evil ebbs and flows
in the Noon and Midnight glows
your shadow hides, refusing to pose

You are still the same You
even as you grow and change
recognizing your old self as strange

A reunion of sorts
to meet in the middle
of life, like solving a riddle
reminding one of deja vu a little

Don't be afraid to peer deeply
past the pane, into the windows of the soul
while reciting the rote lines of your role
Acting like still life takes its mindless toll

Notice the view as you climb
Up, or don't and stay the same
but you cannot blame
your over elevated aim

Running into yourself
after all these years
no longer judged by your peers
or motivated by fears

Easily spooked, a sketchy outline
of who you really are
now grown older and traveled afar
mapped and trapped by your own falling star.



Image By Harrison Weir (1824-1906) "Reflection" [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.












Saturday, January 31, 2015

Skipping Serendipity

destiny



Some glide along a smooth path
floating along without mirrors or water
under the masted will of breezy air
while Destiny draws closer

Some notice themselves in shadows
outlining the mark of forward and aft
while Destiny draws closer
starboard, a siren caught your name

Some feel their own gravity pulling
while Destiny draws closer
plunging its authoritative weight
swayed by promising warm fronts

While destiny draws closer
taken in trickles and torrents still
Some remain lost at sea, adrift

serendipity filling the mast.

Image by John William Waterhouse (1849-1917)  [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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