Glance into The Morning Fog

Watching tree limbs bask in the morning fog

Their own shadows hidden from naked eye

We, the observer might question why

Silence in storms, listen a croaking frog.

 

A world exists speak natural balance

Deep in the wood, horrors of life aside

Humanity breathe where watcher reside

A home is habitat for those who chance.

 

While just beyond the gravel road and pond

Live a lifetime in tragic element

Lost souls, lost loves, confusion we lament

Evil is conflict arisen but fond

 

We mourn sweet soul, tragic is sudden death

In the cool dense fog, take solace in breath.



© Thom Amundsen 2019

youR, a teaCher fer cryin’ outLOUD!

Wait, what, yeah,

you are right,

so correct, me,

cannot argue that.

Its, Its, Its,

stranglehold on my life

is like,

I cannot breathe today

because I woke and realized,

it’s, it’s, it’s,

July.

 

Wait, what?

I mean

the end of July

for crying out loud.

 

Man,

get it together,

you are sitting on a couch

watching birds,

and have not a desire

to do anything else.

Thank God your pup

just appreciates

.laying upon your toes.

 

You’re a teacher, for crying out loud,

and its, it’s, its reflection

of time,

is

well, it’s,

well

it is ok,

(because I saw)

a cardinal perched nearby.

 

What a beautiful day

it is to be alive!


© Thom Amundsen 2019

If I Might Know Passion

A few years ago,

well, readily

while listening to something.

perhaps the spirited and melodic

voice of a Garfunkel phrase,

my sister,

she told me about the word passion.

 

I was all of fourteen years old,

hormones raging,

so the thought of a sexual connotation,

freaked me out,

sister speaks of a word,

two of us in tight corners,

Kharmann Ghia traveling down the road,

then she said,

’if you don’t have passion,

you haven’t anything to believe in.’

 

She followed by assuring me,

it meant more than what my body was telling me,

as we rounded the corner

looking over the city,

I suddenly felt comfort,

in knowing my sister,

could allow me to understand

there’s a world out there

just waiting,

always wondering

forever holding keys

to my happiness.

 

On recognizing passion,

I will forever recall the words

my sister shared with me,

that frightening autumn morning,

and today,

I can be self-assured,

I’m still looking,

still wondering,

always hoping,

the artistry,

the human condition,

allows me to lead,

a good life,

one that satisfies a need

to show purpose,

to wander free,

to live and breathe,

by intuition.

 

If I might know passion,

it may forever give me

the opportunity,

to breathe free.

Breathing Slow Dreams

It is when we want to cry,

the sound will not come,

its expanse,

fills our lungs to capacity,

short breaths,

quiet realities,

keeps us moving through a storm,

taking a moment,

a gasp,

yet still there is a desire to find more,

know a place we might settle in,

get perspective,

develop a plan,

learn to let go,

let go, let go, let go

of my infernal panic drawn by circumstance,

mixed with pride,

lost in ego,

until someone decides they might listen.

Only, we can never know,

when the right time is,

when the chance to breathe,

becomes the right idea of purpose,

compassion,

righteous knowledge,

entitlement.

Then again,

and again and again and again,

breathe deep the …

another lyric away from

recognizing the purity of our own sweet

sanity.

Settle Sound – Carpe Diem #907 meditation

comforting news

a peace in a visual

mental escape

~

we study our lives

we mix time we need desire

passion suggests love

~

while wander the mind

seek solace surround sound

sunlight somber

~

quiet peace reflect

earth tones sweep animate

dreams breath visual

~

in nature beauty

inhale happiness

exhale in love

~

Carpe Diem #907 meditation

Have I Mentioned

How beautiful people really are,

when we strip away the teflon,

discard all of our preconceptions,

we allow the door to open rather than

having to listen from behind …

we stand before one another as we are,

without any pretense.

Have I mentioned how easily forgotten

can be that glorious catharsis

when suddenly the world seems right,

with a spring day,

a hot summer morning when Earth’s energy motivates

our own physicality,

that heart and soul of who we are

to bless ourselves without favored denomination,

and simply live, breathe, and certainly

love!

The Departure

I chose a route today

One perhaps not realized

When Frost speaks of travels

The message is plain

A simple analogy

The challenge is classic

Well aligned; easy, suggestive

~

Yet, what if my path

Had huge obstacles

Ones that I knew I couldn’t surpass

What would be the point?

Validation?

Recognition?

Satisfying an urge to succeed

~

Where is – waiting for me

When I wish upon a …

What value – speaks me?

Why do we seek answers?

Who cares?

~

Truth is

Looking outside my window tonight

The rains are sweeping the avenue

Winds bending trees in a surreal

Mix of pelting atmosphere

And yet here I continue to breathe

~

Is that enough?