Autumn’s Window
Looking beyond this glowing screen
through the trees to Krishna Creek
I ponder on all the beauty seen
and how deeply Autumn can speak
Even Winter knows to pay attention
to the Truths she has to say
He came early but need I mention
has left so she can fully convey
Her utter bareness and letting go
To the Spirit of Shiva she sings
Any obstacles I need to know
well, bless her storms she brings
Awareness of them to my senses
Feeling the leaves as they dance
In the wind, past all pretenses
blowing beyond even circumstance
Autumn’s Window has stopped my typing
has me marveling at the Earth
and both hands once again are wiping
tears that have finally given birth
To Grief that surely had to be born
so I could finally heal
it was not just my tissues torn
when I came into this world to feel
So as my orphan’s pain is expressed
Joy is divinely thrilled
as she knows that I have been blessed
and my Heart will soon be filled
With Divine Light pouring into this vessel
and surrounding my entire Being
my mind no longer has to wrestle
instead surrenders to this precious freeing
Spiraling in a clockwise direction
I am lifted to our very Source
and after some profound Reflection
I now see Love as the Perfect Force
This all happened because I was open
and also because I was here
Where Devi of Speech is softly spoken
and Selfless Service held so dear
Where folks like you and like me
come to sing, to pray and dare
Dancing with our own Divinity
receiving Blessings we then can Share
Dancing Wolf
Nov 2017
Paddling Downstream
This distance a doorway
the sunset a dream
madness too many nightmares
trapped upstream
Laughter a language
class begins soon
taking love to school
under the waning moon
The night she beckons
stars gift us till dawn
sleep but a playground
for dreams to dance upon
Wonder all around me
children in my heart
Evolution only happens
when from the box we part
Magic in your photos
Nature in your Soul
Passion but a vehicle
to get us back to whole
Time on my hands
and so much more than that
Truth feeds reality
when I accept where I'm at
Tomorrow but a cloud on high
yesterday turning to dust
everything in life growing from
timeless moments we must trust
Dancing Wolf
July 6, 2018
Sacred Junction
I turned and looked for what I had heard
walking the path from busy to stillness
was it a deer, a squirrel, or maybe a bird
or was it perhaps the exit of illness
Such wilderness awaits my waking senses
as I shift from a place of dysfunction
no longer a slave to my pretenses
I journey toward a Sacred Junction
One way leads back to what has been
the other surely to what will be
knowing the worth of what I have seen
the fruits of my labour do fill me
I choose the trail less traveled
one that no mortal toe has touched
No human eye as unraveled
it's beauty no earthling has clutched
For I am in the realm of my Sanctuary
as I step on the stones they sing
and as my heart get's closer to January
I trust what the New Year will bring
Dancing Wolf
Dec 30, 2003
Tidal Wonder
Bubble columns float, up around my boat
as I tie it to the rising dock
the shellfish are blowing as the morning is glowing
sitting still in awe I gawk
at the beauty all around, smell, sight and sound
in this precious little cove we call home
as the tide is returning I am finally learning
that poetry is not really about the poem
not for me at least as the words like yeast
give rise to a greater understanding
of what is true in the here and the now I hold dear
and what will keep this heart expanding
the tide holds more debris than it does usually
but the dance goes on at the bay’s bottom
wonderful to feel each season with zeal
watching summer now falling into autumn
as the sun warms my face I reflect on grace
for that is what allows us to be here
this land of awesome silence, almost void of violence
Cortes you are a blessing I revere
Now please hear me right, it’s not all delight
there is a darkness here that can devour
most have some addiction so let’s drop the fiction
and work together bringing love to power
Seeing the fish below I surely wish to know
when will I stop trying to capture
the fantasies in my mind that leave my dreams behind
dreams helping me fully realize rapture
As the sea around rises and the raven surprises
the heron perched on my faded canoe
I am grateful for this minute and all the wonder in it
grateful for Community as conscious as you
Dancing Wolf
Sept 24, 2016
Wonder Will Weave
Now it’s time to change it up a bit
or some might say a lot
It’s Christmas man. get with it
cheer up, look what you got
So much to be grateful for dude
living in this slice of heaven
Thankful for our festive mood
and for this gift from sixty seven
You see the sweater I am wearing
56 years old on the 25th
When I was 12 my Mum so caring
knit it with wool and also with
Love that took her a while to find
as I was an orphan a rebellious one
Enid well she was old English kind
kinder than me and many a one
The story gets a little better
for when I first put it on
this lovely hand made sweater
was way too big to don
Not dawn like the start of day
but don to adorn the flesh
back then there was no way
I was wearing that woollen mesh
It took until I was a good eighteen
because a part of me was so bad
before I was ever outside seen
in this gift that makes me so glad
That my Mum who was dying in September
but whom came back to life last week
way back in a long ago December
made a gift I call wearable antique
She turns Ninety Three on Christmas Eve
a day we thought she would not see
Never doubt what wonder will weave
in our amazing human tapestry
Dancing Wolf, Dec 22 2023
INTO THE WONDERS
The moonlight danced through the feathered tips
of the wings of an angel trying to keep course
she laughs and sings and kisses through lips
that are connected to such a blessed source
She has flown all the way from yesteryear
with news of my ancestors wish
as she shares with me I can't stop my tears
and their streaming delights a thousand fish
They splash in the river of my joy
heading home to finally give birth
and me a man who is still part boy
dives deeper into the wonders of his worth
Dancing Wolf
2009