Home – a poem

Meditation walk in the morning sun

letting my mind wander until there are no more thoughts.

geese call wild in the key of D

trying to tell me that it is

ON SURRENDERall about being free.

since not a soul is stirring I sit with the river

at the base of the mountain

and wait for the rocks to tumble all over me.

But nothing moves,

only the steady whir and burr

Of old worn thoughts that I release.

Stretching legs and arms I flow

feeling the ground steady and sure now

beneath the feet thatnot-so-long-ago

could not fly.

The river says

there is no one waiting to tell me

what they think

Or what I think

no one to correct me

Direct me

Protect me.

Cause that gets really old.

“this is all in my imagination”

the river whispers loud enough

So that I can hear.

And frankly speaking I have to believe the river

because he is so old

and has been recycling himself

over and in and through all time

returning always to this place

just waiting for me to come and

Ask the right questions.

The mountain stands behind the river

arms folded across her breast

Appearing calm and pensive as she considers river’s advice

(about the truth of course)

She sends the geese popping out over the ring of trees

that is her crown.

Geese emissaries acting as her voice

which would otherwise be silent

(except for when she really has something to say:

please see: Avalanche)

and frankly speaking

I have to believe the mountain

for she has been waiting for me

through all time

to return to this place

where the geese sing

to remind me that we have always been here

 

And by the river I awaken and see that

I have never left home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THAT DOESN’T REALLY MATTER – Poem

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This morning I awoke

in a mountain atop a cloud

the wild geese in their temperate refuge

sang the first song of the day.

The smell of the rain and fresh morning air

snapped me back into rapid awareness

of where I was

and what I was doing. Here.

I could not have told you I would be here two weeks ago –

in this mountain amongst musical friends

pushing hard at clouds that had settled long ago

soft and damp perched precariously atop furry trees.

To my great surprise.

The day went fast,

as it usually does when I am busy in the throws of

the ins and outs

the ups and downs.

This is where I

me

moi

Has chosen to settle my own feet and heart

to create what i was made for

to do my part.

imagine create a life where none was foreseen?

I bet you can even dream

You have been taight

be a good girl good boy good good good

doog.

It’s all a story-lie not-very-funny-indeed

wake up-to school-to learn-to man-to child-in need

Love has no requirement,

Even if you thought it did.

Then…while you are asleep

the Insides

The solid place you used to abide

Become steeped in disappointment

From the stories you have composed your very own self.

And the soul is certainly

Hardened again and again and again

With the trading winds of regret.

 

When you are lost in the center of that

unbreakable mass that has masqueraded as

the best version of yourself

It is no wonder you become lost in

the reason rhyme and purpose.

But that doesn’t make sense.

And so

you are required to set off the

BIGGEST BOMBS

just to find your own little way back.

But that doesn’t matter really.

Only THIS does.

Only the longing and need to become something BIGGER

Something EXCEPTIONAL and beyond what your parents described

In the invisible box of your promising future.

Hell no! (good for you!)

YOU said.

Although the smaller parter of you doth protest

You chose a YES when you decided to say

Hello instead.

ANd that DOES matter because it changes everything.

Because now you finally know that

What matters is only where your longing sits right now

here

at this moment.

In your skin,

your Mind

In your feet or your ass

get up and just CHOOSE IT.

Because the longing is

In time

I cannot be in the timeless

Where no such sadness exists.

Longing

in your home?

Find home in yourself,

hearts all up on that shelf.

Now in the cool mountain air

with only time and my two hands

it’s all about the music…

and how it begins.

with a quiet but certain

decision.

Maybe you were thinking of throwing it all away

into the wind and seeing where the chips would lay

or perhaps more likely

collide and collapse the pictures of your youth mind

Finally awaken to the soul’s rhyme.

Or maybe you thought you could

buy your way out of it

and avoid it all?

Many many have tried.

If they are lucky

they just died.

I have always said

“grow where you are planted”

But maybe I was wrong?

That makes no sense either.

Just take this trip with me

the brave adventure

and decide if you will choose this life

or put it off AGAIN

and again

like you have.

Do you want to walk

Into the desert or the mountains?

Until there are no more answers

or questions.

Of course you do.