An October Morning

After a summer when the sun-kissed earth

Sprung to life, looking green and gay

But before she mourns her fallen leaves

Wearing a snowy veil of dowager grey

Comes an October morning...

The soft warm rays of the golden sun

Rise slowly up from over the hills

And bring a drop of joy, a tinge of heat

To gently nip at the morning chill

Pearls of dew shine on pretty blooms

And on luscious fruit that are just ripe

A fawn awakens with the zest of youth

A bird takes off in the clear blue sky

As life glides through the seasons, come

These times of balance and harmony

I sense perfection, unseen moments ago

And that, moments later, may cease to be

This October morning...

Like the fleeting instant of centered peace

As a pendulum sways from side to side

I feel a stillness, a glimpse of eternity

Between the ebbs and tides of flowing time

This October morning...

Questions

Can a tender stalk muster strength

  to stand upright in the rain?

In a just war bravely fought and lost

  is the valor spent in vain?

What salve can soothe the gentle heart's

  deep memories of pain?

Can a broken thread ever feel

  unbroken and whole again?

Who forgives you for falling short

  of the bar that you have set?

Should a rolling stone that crushes ants

  feel a modicum of regret?

A true love that wasn't meant to be

  can you ever forget?

Does nature abhor a peaceful race

  of quiescent minds at rest?

Quiescence

If we know a river must run her course

Along paths she is impelled by gravity

And sprinkle upon them her life force

Before she finds her stillness at sea

If we know a child must go out to play

Run wild in the sun and skin his knees

Before he can lie down at the end of day

On his mother's bosom in a restful sleep

Why then do we think we can still our mind

By holding it back, hushing its inner voice

That speaks of desires held deep inside

Which lead us on paths of pain and joy?

Should we not instead let ourselves go

Floating like a leaf in destiny's breeze?

Rise and fall with the tides of the flow

While trusting the river to find the sea?

Bless me, Mother, with strength and faith

So I may give myself up to the breeze

And leave no urge unmet, no debt unpaid

As I walk on the paths of my destiny

When the time is right, may I land gently

At your feet, a tired yet content child

And rest forever in silent peace

As the calm deep sea on a windless night

Stargazer

 

(The "stargazer" lily is named so because the flowers do not face down like those of other varieties of the lily, but instead, look up to the "stars".)

She bides her time with fortitude

Through the winter months of snow

Come spring and the warm rays of sun

She puts out green shoots to grow

She stands tall on her tender stalk

And even though her feet are tied

She looks up with hope to the stars

With the joy of the heavens in her eyes

Her delicate petals of crimson pink

Embrace the world with such gaiety

That brooks no fear of being hurt

By the sharp edge of nature's cruelty

Her subtle fragrance and heady charm

Linger around, do not waft too far

But those that come sit by her side

Are forever held in her thrall

Someday, she gently quivers and falls

For she knows when her time is spent

And as lightly as she walked in life

So she glides to its peaceful end

As I see this beautiful life

Of silent strength and elegant grace

I cannot believe She that made her

Also sculpted our human race

Vision

To see the order of natural laws

In the apparent chaos of the universe

And dervishes dancing on ellipses

In the wayward paths of the "wanderers"

To see the beauty of restrained passion

When a diffident flower waits for her bee

And in the tango of a couple's daily grind

A tender and touching love story

To see in the ebbs and tides of life

The balance and harmony of nature's flow

And the withered leaves that fall and die 

As one with the green shoots that grow

To see a palace of fulfilled dreams

In the bricks and stones of youthful hope

And a liberated soul in the lost monk

Who wanders, not knowing where he goes

To see a sublime Truth in imperfect words

Of the canon from which the pastor drones

To see thus is to truly see, my friend

The rest is just light on rods and cones

A dream

Last night I dreamt I lived a life

In the mountains someplace far away

A place where time moved so slow

I saw eternity in a single day

I was woken in the lap of the earth

By the misty whispers of the dawn

I filled my breath with the crispy air

And my soul with a sweet birdie's song

I spent my day walking the woods

On paths untouched by the guile of men

I tended to those around, in turn

They sustained me, made me one of them

At dusk, I sat by the mountainside

And watched the golden sun dim away

With it they went, the cares of my mind

For I hadn't paid heed to them all day

As the stars began to dot the sky

A quiet joy twinkled in my mind

I turned to you, and took your hand

We danced to the silence of the night

You, who knew the depths of my soul

So words unspoken were understood

You, whose company was just almost

As intoxicating as solitude

But now in the warmth of the morning sun

I watch you and the mountains melt away

I wake up from the truth of my dreams

To live a life of lies for another day

 

I wait

The skies are grey, the thoughts blue

The cold night brings in a pall of gloom

I wait for the warmth of the sun at dawn

I wait for the joy in the morning song

The trees droop under the weight of snow

A seed lies cold under the frost below

I wait for the bright green shoots of spring

I wait for hope and a new beginning 

The cruel summer has cast a dry spell

No water trickles up the village well

I wait for the rains to drench the earth

I wait for the wells to quench our thirst

My heart, it pines for its kindred soul

But fate has cast you to distant shores

I wait to hold you close, share your pain

I wait to drown in your laughter again

Some dreams are not meant to be chased

Some pangs must be borne with silent grace

Let life pass you by, as you stand still

Watching Fate unfold the tapestry of Her will 

For the warmth of the morning sun I yearn

I wait for the tides and seasons to turn

I wait to be washed by the first drops of rain

I wait for the day I will see you again

I wait...