Beautiful Spaces

2014-04-26 16.48.22

SRF Grounds, Mt. Washington

In life
what’s right
by choice
or chance
goes toward
the Light
Thoughts
give rise
to actions
that determine
peace
or plight
Clouds swirl
between wise trees
LA’s fragile, crystal
skyline looms
in the distance
while what is
close by
provides
a sense’s
delight
beautiful places
make us alright
allow us to alight
the freight train
of fright
that on
our thoughts
we otherwise
would ride
love’s shield
our might
against
when
we lack
foresight
for the beauty
within
is found
within
insight
in nature
in the
defening quiet
peace
where sights
please
Puts
the mind
at ease
in these
beautiful spaces

Mario’s Meals

Mario Meals

Mario’s meals
deftly delivered
lovingly
to two
people
parents
friends
treats
meant to entreat
entice
with taste
beans and rice
eats so nice
sugar and spice
perfectly
balanced
dinner
each a winner
rich flavor
on which
they feasted
and savored
who could
want more
than for
such a meal
to lie
in store
for evenings
spent
taking care
to prepare
the scent
where
the site of
love
meeting taste
is always
a place
of beauty

“¡Presente!”

Chewing
and suddenly
I shout
“Ouch!”

Karmic
meaning
with a
crunchy
sound?

We wonder
aloud
what it means
to eat
one’s
own mouth

Must be
something
painfully
profound

What
have I
allowed
in a moment
so proud
to bring
that around?

But after
thinking deeply
about it
I’ve
come to
sincerely
doubt it

‘Cause
sometimes shit
happens
to everyone
in the crowd

We
may meet
our fate
one fine
day
but on
another …
Olay!

Who’s
to say
there’s
deeper
meaning
anyway?

I choose
to see
it another
way

I believe
it means
I’m
distracted
when eating
my
tofu and veggies

Too busy
lost in thought
of this
or that
from moments past

Until the  pain
reminds me
to stay

“Presente!”

A Word from the Raven

Awaiting inspiration
a poet sits
amidst
space and time
seeking rhyme
in life’s
rhythms
standing by
he scribes
what he eyes
his long
haired
bearded
ears
hear
harmony
a symphony
looking up
he sees
receives
an epiphany
a ca ca phony
words
from the Ravens
and writes
rightfully
on

Fortune Cookie Fun

Every time we go to this Vegan Chinese Food Place – Happy Family – they provide us with Fortune-Cookies.  And, each time, my dear friend hands them to me and assigns me a poem.

Here are those I’ve written so far …  Each is preceded by the four fortunes from which it is composed.  Thanks to my friends who have  kindly provided theirs for my use.

 

  • Compassion will cure more than condemnation
  • Calamity and prosperity are the touchstones of integrity
  • Catch on fire with enthusiasm and people will come for miles to watch you burn
  • Cleverness is serviceable for everything, sufficient in nothing
Pure compassion
cures
while spoken
condemnation condones
fears
awoken
we survive calamity
into prosperity
trials create
a will of integrity
passion expressed
enthusiastically
draws others
passively to see
a we alight
with spirit free
cleverness delivers
serviceability
but lacks sufficiency
and accountability
to following
a higher calling
that derives
the richness
of being
human
  • Commitment is the stuff character is made of; the power to change the face of things
  • Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death
  • Common sense is instinct.  Enough of it is genius.
  • Chill while you can, big project is coming your way.
Loyalty and
commitment
are essentially
building blocks
for a character
loving
with power
to bring
change
to the face
of things
inner strength
gives bravery
and the capacity
to perform
poetically
in the face
of life’s scary
momentary
eventualities
courage
gives us energy
beyond sensibility
and common
sense built
sufficiently
delivers a genius
dream
of
time spent
chilling
positively
for upcoming
projects
absolutely
lie ahead
  • Conscience is a man’s compass
  • Change is inevitable except for vending machines
  • Burnt bridges are hard to cross
  • By working hard, you get to play hard guilt-free
Conscience
is a compass
guiding us
to work
and play
with gusto
each day
in a balanced
way
we arrive
guilt-free
far away
from bridges
we burnt
yesterday
uncrossable they
force us ahead
to a higher place
where the vending machine
game
inevitably makes
us wait
for change

Bide the Light Inside

Light burning bright
a warm glow
casts a long
shadow
I’ve come to know
through ebbs and flows
by what comes and goes
a companion en tow
to self enlighten …

Meant
to integrate
with good intent
a balanced blend
of dark and light …

Translation of
language lent
for transition
of vision
to the intuitive …

Mind
steeped
in things divine
practiced in time
by biding
the light inside
a guide
to comply
with a course
set forth …

I decide
Who am I

Source … ry

Accessing the Source
of the divine force
of all that came before
and hereafter
flows
unceasingly
toward the sea
of infinity

a river of depth
tapped by those
of creative repose
existing in the know
reach into the flow
to render their rendition
of the human condition

the musician
pulls down chords
the poet … words
worldly verse
to reinforce
a soulful
discourse

inspiration cavorts
with creative import
a ringing rapport
of deep accord
a cadence rhythmically
recited and entranced
an iambic dance
enhanced
by inspired romance
sprung by the chance
of the sublime
expression
of Mankind
and for all time

Source … ry
defined
by body and mind
indelibly applied
by pen and ink
the missing link
to the infinite dream
of all we can be

Unity Under the Sun

 

Group energy
you and me
discord plain to see
disharmony
shared
by those
who care

One weak link
out of sync
inadvertently
undermines
a destiny
of what could be

with each
free flowing
being
creating
a climate worthy
to receive
a spun magical
reality

a potency
expressed poetically
lyrically lighting souls
phonetically free
to unfold
with stories told
and untold

I’m sold
on what could be
the endless possibility
if we could only break free
and nobody leaves

Early

Why eject
prematurely?
What’s the hurry?

If we wish to arrive
and finally find
our climax
super radiance
to the max … imum
peak
and not be done
before its come
to pass

At last

We will
have won
our place
our unity
under the sun – ny rays
of all who stay
for the long run

Dragons en Tow

 

life-long companions
likened to
familiar friends
searing their mark
indelibly on a life
lived
undeniably high
yet
allured to the low
the undertow
lying far below
the flow

wherever you go
you bring
your dragons
en tow
they persist
through transitions
and revelizations
feeding on intuition
and ambition
seeking not evolution
but dissolution
of will
eating away
until
a barely ephemeral
sense of control
remains

gone
for a time
but on stand by
always at your side
they lie …
patiently in wait
for an opportunity
to twist your fate
when they engage
you
sans sensibilité
leveraging a lack
of humility
telling tales
seductively
seducing
you
cycling endlessly
til you break free

even then
don’t drop your defense
there to the end
they dutifully test
your integrity
and credibility
laying bare
your strength
to be
a saint
a warrior
a lover
and friend

be wary watchful
and thoughtful
know your ground
before stepping out

be self-possessed
a path righteous
living without pretense
fear or regret
deny them sustenance
secure your passage
fortify and protect
so as not to let
them find an in … let

never forget
to self collect
so you protect
your ass … ets

your every step
guides the next
what came before
can be no more
if facing forward
you

walk on
warrior

walk on

Nostalgia Rock

Seven Friends on Nostalgia Rock

Watching thoughts
like a reel of life passed
time gained and lost
in the sea of living
deeply

I stood
high atop
Nostalgia Rock
the hands of my watch
suspended
a flashback
to a decade past
takes me back

I’m changed

though
the scene remains
the same
Chocolate Mountain
the valley serene
rocks sand and trees
an oasis reflecting
a different me

These
long-haired
eyes and ears
see and hear
a different song
sung in tune
with
walking on

I saw what I’ve become
wars waged
battles won
thoughts and actions
done and done

friends come and gone

My heart opened wide
to send them love
I was at peace
a stillness broken
by a howling breeze
hissing through
Joshua Tree
leaves
a coyote call
reminding me
I’m in the desert

Free

It’s good to reminisce
to return to this space
higher than I’ve been
may my own life’s
leaving
follow an upward trend
until it sweetly ends
and begins
again

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