Nature Of Light Falling

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Came Bearing Gifts Of Uncertainty

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Were it the nature of the moon

to drop red into our eyes

see your fertile eternity

amidst this fracturing of truth

sweetened into colors too deep to drink

so far away next to memory

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There are these steady things

balanced between earth and orb

tidal needs ebbing and flowing

starlight running out into chaos

Perfect

and found living on earth

nothing truly cut out;

all that was

and is

Yes

that too

All that will be

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Your constant of change

following these same clouds shapes

identical wind

as yesterday

same shallow grass

dry as tomorrow

our Absolute of Love

complete in its missing pieces

longing around fulfillment

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Trees inhabit horizons

arms raised

others broken down

weeping as rain

worms and beetles

purchase a new world

in shades of forgiveness

and approach of winter

 

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Longest Light

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The end of a day

near Summer Solstice

burning sky moved northward

nearly passing western mountains

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It is relative

like Truth

like Position

on an eternal edge

of One Reason

expressed upon continuums

unfolding constant

Revelation

as looking

as dreaming…

Wondering on a star

here most near

yet far

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Tales Of Fallen Light

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The hapennstance of sunset

light finding places to hide

becoming early night

telling tales of missing mass

broken shadows of life

a blended wall

covered plant

a bamboo dream

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Bring Back A Portion Of The Worlds Lost Heart

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Somewhere in every life

even when missing

gone like the sunset

blackness swallowing light

in moments searching around

what was it that was said?

is it too dark now to see?

the fading of memory

the trouble inside our misery

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Searching outside in vain

shadowed by cloud

rained on by sea

salt on the proud

a dream soon to be

a wave loomed and breaks

was this quest always inside me?

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How I walked  a world in vain

unless full feeling my part

to bring back my portion

of the worlds lost heart

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But Nowhere Found — A Poem On Forgetting And Receeding

Denying certainty of place with uncertainty in position

Radiance is unwed of its black background

and darkness meanders without its star

as if silence knows not of sound

with time ever proceeding

but nowhere found

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Second Hand Light – Moonrise Over Dreaming Earth

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Light caught and then let go

spewing into space

where nothing is

and yet something transfers

photons snowing up off of dust

some back to where they came

then thrown outward again

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The journey from the sun’s core

may have taken a million years

but to a sleeping earth

the effort is flawless

moonlight shedding off of rooftops

on lonely rock

and branches preparing for fall

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My photo does not do the moon justice

but what justice has this orb

its face frozen toward our eyes

locked in cosmic conversations?

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Monsters and lovers turn

second hand light treading

from human footprints

shuffle through a fault

past curtains incomplete

a listless light

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Stars tonight without wishes

for the moon brightly

rains down from above

in silent accumulation

nowhere else to go

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When We Are Dry — A Few Words On Opportunism

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When We’re Dry

When we are wet

we wish for the sun

I’m thinking of me

or am I everyone?

What was before

cannot be undone

Keeping up conflict

surrenders each one

by one

When we’re dry

When we’re dry

Hoarding will deny

daughter, father, mother, son

Take you and I down

all one by one

Control the formula

keep most of the sum

Born one every minute

one by one

But when we‘re dry

we don’t think why

When we’re dry

not a thought for sky

When we’re dry

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Just Another Sunset Photo Poem

The Unseen Everywhere

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They come at a moments notice

with angle required by chance

showing what otherwise

might be unseen

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Is Life not like this?

To see what might be there

at times a magnifying glass prowls

or ones eyes placed just above the ground

seeing what above was always

a seeming nothingness

instead a teeming now

subject of ones intention

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Or

ideas placed just right

to render a prism

coloring the most common

with The Divine

as if dust was once

blood

water and time

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Landing On Days End

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A form still stands

color etching around

and throughout its branches

we see halfway between now

mountains speaking earth

a camera sensing light

a trees ghost holding friends

words too empty to tell

of all that comes and goes

stands and then sinks back

consumed by nightfall—

perched amidst stars

waiting for one to rise

songs to tempt colors return

from an ignorant abyss—

in this silence

waiting was worth

waiting for

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Ends That Have Not Begun

Always morning

always sunset

this Life related

Truth does not forget

Memory may be broken

objects in space undone

up will become down

yet the Circle is One

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The Flower and Ignorance

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A flower is beautiful

insects seem to love it

I watch it

It seems not to worry

but then that is my assumption

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This is all well

this is all good

not to worry

but what is unseen

still is

worry or not

known or not

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This can be the rub

a grain of sand on pure glass

fine sitting there

leaving no influence or mark

as long as weight never materializes

or unknown move into known

as if time does not record

all the narrative

not only plucked pedals

of comforting fantasy

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This question can be ignored

for our own good sake

why worry my little mind

over things too small to see

why were they ever there at all?

the very nature of speculation

its unanswerable question

and those distant storms

what can I do to change them

wave my magic fan?

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A flower may not know

of the scythe coming

it could not help the outcome

so why worry indeed

but for we gardeners

results have requirements

we know all is not appearance

to the health of the soil

for many invisible elements

thrive or starve in our silence

all is not harvest

though always we harvest

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There is place for concern

tough it may make trouble

take my eyes off the flower

put them on

an oncoming blade

one onlookers think

is as inevitable

as fate

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Another choice

not always the easy one

not always the pretty one

Life ask other questions

I may take a stand

not let poison be sprayed

use effort instead of easy promises

for ignoring the whole context

may spell the flowers last light

though those who do not know

do not know or perhaps care;

I matter not only to me

but to a Whole Creation

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Yes in the name of goodness

in the name of right

the name of honor

honesty

and if willing

Truth itself

we shed our own light

for some purpose

is inevitable

as avoiding death

but not ignoring it;

death is not the point

but it is a point coming

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There comes a time

when the choice is ugly

but a necessity

when it is painful

and yet one I

could not live without

not and say;

I could not help this revelation

I would have gotten dirty

my clothes torn, stained

what then would others think?

so celebrate and enjoy ignoring

for that sure is worry free

yet covered in destiny

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Life may call

insist in rain or in drought

in vineyards heavy bent

or sun too much to take;

that I did what was required

but not only what was desired

by good looks alone

or lust for good times

running from the sun

or hiding from the rain

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Wisdom is not always

caring for the easy path

the simplest one

nor the thrill of risk

Wisdom can be

standing neck deep in mud

knowing effort and patience

with not a friend to help

nor a bloom to be seen

in those who tend the soil

these raw elements

teeming with Life

time and space

carry other interest

waiting on open eyes

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Not all living will exclude suffering

as appealing as that promise be

Wisdom can be at times

fact over fiction

knowing

over blissful ignorance

and happy endings

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At times

Love is not easy

Love may not be

always pretty

but it is

all we ever have

that flowers deep

into living color

and true

giving back

more than I give

if I care for it

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Light and Shape Escaping

Eyes are filled with twitter texting

minds rolling in planning naming

time moving shadows missing

frozen light shape escaping

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In a moment movement is chosen

in an instant rest slips forgotten

colors wounded seamlessly swollen

life’s invisible branches broken

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Natural world sight secondary

second nature now imaginary

in deep pitch black

caged canary

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We dream

we wish

we rise

we bury

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and for the end?…

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just another free range canary writing