HELIOSPHERE
They say the personal force around each creature on this planet is all woo-woo stuff.There’s no hard science to test and/or prove such an aura exists.It is as bad science as that peddled by the creationists.There’s no God out there, this is it, baby, enjoy it.But have you seen what the James Webb sent homeKnocking the Hubble Telescope off its perch as humanity’s eye in the sky. A mess left by the big bang you say.Sublime art, perhaps?The irony of it all, my friend.If innumerable galaxies existNow that our eyes have seen what were mere dreams at nightI say, let’s…
PLEASE
When words fail me,As they do in this moment at the height of summer,All I have is gratitude:For air, water, fire, earth, and the gravity of it all.May the children know peace. Now.Please.
Is Consciousness Wasted on Us?
In the southern hemisphere of my birth,The sun, as humans like to say, Is going away for the winter.Prepare for the wind and its rigors.In the northern hemisphere of my abode,The birds have returned, feathersFull of warmth, limbs in heat,to say nothing of those beaks full of chatter.I walk in the woods,Agog at a forest floor teeming with life,Where yesterday was a thick blanket of snow,With the occasional foot, paw, and hoof print.How is it that most beings on this beloved planet,Trust the Earth and the Sun,And are eager to please, to hold their placeIn the tapestry of life?Except for…
Varieties of Rigor v. 1
Winter’s exacting rigor slowly/ cedes the stage to spring’s imperative to multiply/ the soul’s meager reserves!Spring hints at its eagerness to take the stage/ showing off its offers/ in baby ducks huddled on snow islands/ on a frozen creek finally in flow/ and, oh, those blushing trees!The Sun and its generosity slowly arrives in these parts/ the Earth yields/ still dancing and spinning on gravity’s dance floor/ this body alive. Spring.Spring’s imperative requires erotic rigor/ exactitude/ playfulness/ the work/ since discipline promises summer’s plentitude, perhaps/ and yes, maybe, too/ gifts of the boozy, the staple, and the carefree. Summer.While I…
In the stillness of this moment
In the stillness of this moment,I am grateful.For the frozen ground, which I called namesAs I slid and landed on my bellyScowling then gurgling with laughterAs the gift of lifeLiterally slapped me in the faceWith frozen ice, and drizzling snow.It is the seasonOf quietude and solitude around here.I learn to wonder and wander in my mindHow it is out there on Neptune,To experience life at the edge of our Milky Way.In the stillness of this momentI say to life,Thank you for the breath in my lungsThe fire in my heartThe rivers and tributaries flowing Within meIn this one body I…
This New Year. Again.
I know I may not deserveAnother yearBut I will accept itAnd say YES to this one, too.Again. Thank you!I may not have deservedAll the family and friends I lostAnd perhaps, just perhaps,they may not have deserved me, too,But I will leave it to you to sayFrom me: Thank you for them all!I may not deserve this gift of lifeBut since I still draw breathAnd you still spin and swirlI hug a tree, spin, and swirl, like you,In infinite gratitudeFor this life I did not, and do not, earnBut enjoy—pain or splendor—for it is a gift.May I be kind, oh Earth!May…
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