Between the Words of Living
There’s a Minor Chord playing, that suggests some kind of Longing, Aloneness.
There’s a Major Seventh that paints Expanses of Sky with Openness and Majesty, the Wanderings of Clouds, the Ease of Distance.
A Suspended Fourth opens the Sunrise with Possibility and Magic, sparkles of Friendly Firelight.
A Dominant Seventh suggests the Quirky Sass of Twelve-Bar Blues, inbued with its Sweet, Inherent Workingman’s Lament.
When all chords have stopped, you pause at the silent fireplace of Creation as its flames transform the Waves of Breath into the Vapor of Pure Consciousness. You arrive at the Still Point of Who You Are.
The Music of the Moment once again fills the empty space between the Words of Living.
Merrily We Go ‘Round!
in the world of Forgotten Tomorrows
there is only one Remembered Today
in the world of Distant Past Lovers
there is only one in your Room, Now
in the world of disenchanted bargains
there is one Deal that is beyond Priceless
in the world of Sensational Culinary Delights,
there is one taste of Nectar Amazing & Sublime
in the world of Rats Racing for First Place
there is one place Earlier than First, Later than Last
and more Present than any Gift under your Glittering
Christmas Tree
There is a Doll inside you
That laughs endlessly despite your Polaroid Smile,
That cries in Joy despite your Corporate Stance,
That sings softly despite your Self-Imposed Silence;
That is eternally quiet in a World of Dust & Noise.
Remember that friend, and your vain attempts
to enjoy the Merry-go-Round will
fail and succeed simultaneously!
A Small Song of Today
In a world where no one knows each other
and few know the ‘self’
where do we go for knowledge
when the college
is in our own
shelf
Sweetheart of the Endless Sun
These are Latitudes of Change, Seasons of Capture
This is Just Another Thursday
But the only one I will ever live on Feb 14th, 2008.
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The road we walk on is somewhat narrow.
At the end of where we stretch our arms is birth and death.
In the middle, where we are, is sorrow, life, teardrops, morning dew, mist, extravagance, purpose, fading sunlight, crystal moons.
We walk with others, but really, we walk alone.
We try to keep in step with others, we fake it for a while, then we fall, falter, fail, step on toes, collide with worlds.
Read MoreThe Smell Of Love
I walk through the café of life.
There are several smells along the way. It is a café of smells. There is no escaping beauty, doom, magnificence, banality and orchids. We are swimmers; sinking is not an option.
The Smell of Love is the most noteworthy. It writhes like a golden serpent, sinking deep into fabrics unseen, riding in Dream Territory, speaking to the sounds that came before words.
It is the smell most of us avoid, yet the fragrance most of us seek. The odor undealt-with, the nameless sound we all recognize like a dog’s ears that rise to the Distant Familiar.
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