Rain
Slowly Falls
Voices in the hall
Heard as the comfort of sleep
Approaches, the not knowing
A gift to cherish
Forever
Peace
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The Gentle Slumber of Rain
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A New Day
New Day
Orange Sunshine
Streaming in the mind’s eye
Awakening reality with
Purpose
Melting
Consciousness basking in a pleasant
Scene reminiscent of
Glowing embers
And love
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Morning
Each new day begins
Distinct morning hues bring hope
Cascading, flowing
Ushering in the promise
Of exquisite perfection
Saturday Morning
Saturday morning
Smell of coffee floats, descends
Waking the masses
Eyes slowly open
Making promises to all
Now the day awaits
Quest
Invisible
Watching from afar
Not seen or heard, still hoping
Loves grip now a noose
Is That Really Me?
Reflecting on self,
Mirror sees all, peers inside
Exposing the truth.
The Wonder of Music
Magic is what we do. Music is how we do it.
-Jerry Garcia
Ideally the point of music is community, not the player. Musicians are simply channels to link the audience to the music and to each other.
-Trey Anastasio
Wrapped in a shroud of psychedelic wonderment,
The music washes over the senses, dripping lyrical sweetness.
Each musical trajectory soothes, shifts and drifts, melting
The false perception of what we believe.
Each reality in its beginning, each note building and climbing,
Waves, rolling and splashing, being absorbed as one, by all.
Musical movement, slow and meandering, snakes through the mind,
Flashing lights corrupt lucid thought, unencumbered by the blizzard
Sweeping in and around the soul. Auditory and visual bliss are within reach, for now.
The Inevitability of Time
We travel through life hoping that time won’t move.
Always hoping that it will stand still with the steely determination of a Marine standing guard.
But it doesn’t.
Days, months and years spent living, mystifyingly chained to the fixtures of life itself, not paying attention to the ticking clock.
Yet time marches on.
Family and friends pass, reunited with the earth, silenced by time, remembered briefly and then forgotten like the sting of a bee soothed by cold cubed ice.
We move on, masking our sadness with memories, perceived and real, that are tattooed in our minds.
Time begins to take over, the memories that once held us up now falter and fade, our own timeless progression now becomes the enemy.
We then pass and that memory will hold another up until time catches up with them.
The Autumn Hiker
A Tanka:
The hiker walks, boots
crunching the autumn leaves that
have fallen, making
each step an enchanted and
blissful journey towards peace.
The Zen Hiker 