White Crow

Yellow fading to orange
announces a deep violet glow,
above the tree-line;

darkening shades of blue arrive,
as the shadows swirl,

clearing solar intensity,
in preperation,
for soft silvery moonlight.

 

excellent vibe to this one! it feels cyclical, yet the energy doesn't change with the imagery... lovely

 

Simply beautiful I think. It conveys the expectancy of love, and the innocence. Well written indeed.

 

Bingo bango bro, your poems are well done, I enjoy there mystery.

 

Thank you AshtonsMom & standingdeer for your kind comments.
'Touched' was part of an email to Marie.
Fulmah, I'm glad you liked 'Sunset.'

 

Beautiful.

 

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Softly spoken spells
splinter sunder-shrouded sunrise;
shifting sands spark
surrendered self solace....
such saffron silence,
says Sananda surprised.

Suddenly silver sprays,
scintillate sub-surface,
suggesting saraswati swans
swimming stealthily.
Snow sails skyward;
spiraling stratum speak.

Shofars sounding,
solemn synagogue setting,
summons Solomons' Shekinah...
such sacred Sabbaths.
She shrugs splendiferously;
so small, sometimes stupid species.

Selah...
sultans salaam,
seizing spectral scepters;
stone sepulchers,
spit secret sapphires,
set splendidly spherical.

Saladin surfaces,
striking seven scratches,
scorching sunblasted signs;
shuttering servants
shake shackles,
someone starts sprinting.

Selenes' shells
shine seacrested,
swirling succor
sweetens swiftly;
stationarily stride
slow slippery swells.


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Smoking Angel

Smoking angel,
draped in transparency,
what answers do you find
in your coffee grounds?

Can you manifest eternity,
from these half-life moments
of compromise,
or breathe hope
into my all too human
sufferings.

My friend and guide,
star in the obsidian night,
how does thy voice
balm my vexing mind so...

What divine accord
do you call your home...
oh clarion-call bringer,
from some
swiftly approaching now.

Please exorcise,
these doubts,
with your medicinal smoke.

Your seraphanite skin glows,
like a web of jewels,
set against
the banal preoccupation
of my financial occupations.

Whisper once more,
of co-creation
and the dawn of splendor,
that my hours be lightened
with timeless bliss.

Teach me inner stillness,
the power of grace,
which rises
like a white hawk...
soaring with precision,
in the landscape
of awareness.

Come to me,
with unfolding petals,
that my tensions
may melt as surrender.

Ask of me everything,
that my lethargy give way
to the fire lit under me.

Transmute this blood,
into streams of quickening,
that I may rise
above the inertia
of despondency,
into the azure heavens
within me.

Make me
a sharpened sword,
of discernment,
that I might cut
the karmic ties...
all the bonds,
of self defeating
attraction.

Show me how to love
as the Universe loves,
so each creature
will receive radiant equality
from my simple presence.

 

Call to rise


Awakened to shards,
these silent splinters
drip with the ashen agony
of a long crippled sleepwalk.

Battered and beaten,
the heart softly glows
with hopeful embers
of newly gathered virtues.

My love, my child,
echoes the call,
it is time to arise;
accept the mantle of duty.

For the Greatest Work is that
of actualizing the eternal essence;
we were all surrendered
to the great initialization of birth.

Open in humble majesty,
child of the ethereal vistas,
take your rightful place
in the secret heart.

For it has been said that
'the mind and the body are famous
for holding the heart ransom,'
and you are the new torch-bearer.

As I awoke,
to the unity of All That Is,
my depression turned to dharmic anger,
what you would call divine cause.

No longer conditioned,
by the justice standard of men,
my friends now speak
with multi-species tongues.

Each star caresses me,
with fond remembrance,
as insects and plants whisper
priceless secret medicines...

a balm of interlaced vulnerabilities
fragile continuum of light bodies
changing free-flow in energetic eddies,
my since of I dissolves into limitlessness.

Thus I marveled in awe
at the darkened intelligence
grasping the land with ignorance,
the suffocation of controlling debts.

Tears stream down my cheeks
as I see holy gardeners lost,
in the mindless amusements
and illusionary material pursuits.

A residue from the age of darkness
still clinging like pre-programed routines
clanking on in slumbering awkwardness;
I shout in urgent compassion... into void.

Please come play,
for all the doors are open.
Let us dream together
a waking dream of remembrance.

As opalescent clouds,
of luminescent clarity,
a new combination is tried
to unlock the same old chains.

We are unbounded light,
with wings of imagination,
gifted with the freedom
of shape-shifting passions.

 

Neurokindler

An aloof cryptographer,
nexus point braille reader
of neuron labyrinths,
sends out optical fibers
to sense within memory.

Outside the vectors,
of logic gate impressions
hyper-linked in magnetic domains,
a sight of hazel keys
releases these mahogany locks.

The heart has been too long ensnared
in a mental tower of solitude,
within this ivory scholasticism.
Look for the soft pink aureole,
reminds the auricle.

Foreshadowing melts
this blight of hoarfrost,
as the rejuvenating breath
of a glowing lover
disables all defenses.

Molten streams escape eyelashes
as she begins her fire dance,
searing through layers of black ice,
the dragon of conceptual treasures writhes
trying to protect guarded feelings.

Before turning up the heat she dons
brazen armor of leather and copper-scale.
An ambidextrous light-show ensues
as she whirls her fire-dipped poi chains,
limitlessly purifying the inner currents.

 

Show me



Flowery metaphysics
are not a turn-on,
in fact I find it
excessively mental.

If you wish,
to impress me,
live what you believe
with a passion beyond logic.

If you want to
really love me,
and not just talk,
kiss me like the sun.

My heart is filled
with slow burning
reality pictures,
not mental gymnastics.

You embrace, with patience,
each trial of clothes and dishes;
stroking the embers,
building to a midnight embrace.

You reveal your strength,
with each kind word,
in our daughters dark nights;
the soul is fed by gentleness.

My love, just be yourself
with passionate intensity;
transmute the mundane;
make each moment sacred.

Love me beyond,
the barriers of rightness,
intoxicate me with immediacy,
kiss me with consistency.

Show me,
without neediness,
like a throbbing pillar
showering welcoming reticence.

 

very nice!!

 

Found myself nodding as I read it. Good one man!

 

Thank you both, I'm glad you liked it.

I went ahead and merged 'Show Me'
into the 'White Crow' collection.

Mariecstasy recommended I move it back
from 'Willow Cove,' in the personal forums.

 

I don't often read poetry, but these poems are exceptional. You are someone who nurtures words. They are all very inspirational. I'm hooked

 

Thank you for the positive vibes.

 

These tender moments,
resting in pools of stillness.

Allowing rejuvenating waters
to wash over us.

Basking in long melting baths,
perfumed by lovely scents.

A fresh towel,
to wrap around our fragile form,
hangs loose...
relaxed and motionless,
from the towel-rod.

All movement seeks to dissolve,
like the winds;

starting as a fierce flurry,
our inner-storms discharge.

Oh, these engaging moments,
where the change of life
looms serious and menacing...

changing to a sweet channel of delight,
where our actions are playfully chosen,
with peace and clarity.

Enjoying a bit of dessert,
not from the calorie-counting mind,
in tune to a happy heart rhythm;

a bit of modern communion.

The crickets celebrate,
with joyous anticipation,
the impending rains;

flowing on spiral arms, cloud-draped.

These silences return.

Vast energetic presences soar streaming,
serpentine, like astral ley-line dragons.
Catching a wave from the turbulent surf;

remaining upright as a sailing star,
on a board of conscious intention.

We are guided,
by the compass of our hearts,
through these ancient waters
of light and sound.

A texture of consciousness,
interwoven through luminous forms....

a concept describing a bundle of energy;

we see these circles and squares of texture.

Feeling a meaning,
looking for an aware energetic signature
to start transmitting streams of love-language.

A touching of concepts,
with Honor interweaving Imagination;

Creation interpenetrating Communication.

I digress as an observer,
beyond form,
into the living light streams.

Seeing the essence,
behind the changing mask of intention,
how do we love the essence behind the words.

Trusting our feelings,
is sometimes questioned,
ones direct experience is misguided
by mind-state static;
remove the doubts,
with the harmony of spiritual-vision.

One must pick a way,
and know ones secret name.

This name of energy.

Who am I?

I am thou.

We love these textures of:
fire and water,
earth and air,
metal and mineral,
plant and tree,
sun and moon
as aspects of ourselves,
interconnected.

Each a reflection,
of our dreaming environment,
we as observers
dream in environments.

Setting an intention,
is like focusing a microscope,
to narrow the field of focus
to a given area;

this creates details...
which your friend the mind,
can then start sorting;

or you can simply open the heart
and blend with the essence.

When one consciously interacts with another,
the breath can be circulated.

Energy may be exchanged,
positive loving attention yields growth
and abundance for all included.

We need to learn how to truly give,
circulating the breath-essence,
with love and sincerity.

Overflowing with the nuances,
of eyes and hands;

smiling lips and kind words,
a healing hug and offering
of hospitality are all it takes.

Would you like something to drink?

Not all who ramble are lost in yada.

Hey, I dub myself a fool of the holy yada.

Shanti and Bright Blessings

 

I really, really enjoyed this one... it's a total package that really captures, imo, how long (or complex?) a moment can be... there's no bottom to the depths the details go, no universal truth that can't be explored

what a spiraling essense you've created here... I really liked the bath imagery but this part just sings to me... thanks for sharing this one, I've immensely loved

 

Wow, fulmah, thank you for your intense comments...
I'm glad you enjoyed it.

 

Newfound expansive dragon currents,
careening to a protected bliss vibe,
bolster the growth of Fibonacci subtleties.

My heart Lady listens,
to the challenging nitrous tones,
questioning indecision with complementarity.

So flux and few between,
these head-resting movie moments,
betwixt 'Land before time'
and the present moment.

The Fool laughs 001,
as supernovas exploding,
like language expositions.

And thus,
it begins as it always was,
perfect, anew.

AUM, Amen.