Grey Sky Reckoning

In our journey to see the other side,

We found the world to be the same,

the sky was grey with morning shadow

soft rain with playful tears to dance

away the first light of day’s angst.

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Inside every dawn a moment’s light

notion becomes a planned event,

our lives are drawn mechanical

inside the world our eyes create,

When then does the body measure.

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Metal trappings propel us across field

blossoms birthing the gold of summer.

In a streak of brilliance in parting

our eyes will become focused again.

Each transgression now turn to spring

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A new sunrise, a pretty landscape,

in Nature’s cradle we continue forward.

Then how quickly do the sunrises fade,

in the autumn of a tragic afternoon.

Perhaps we might seek solace in

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a knowledge of human kind-ness

that skill toward tolerance, that

living will of serenity, a model toward

a future as giving as a summer’s day.

Might we then understand this grey …

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mornings remind wanton souls today, we may begin

living for others, drawn sweet beyond elegant selves.

Morning coffee

I wake quiet

feeling the sunlight

watching windows where

hours earlier – reflect my inner soul.

a coffee is near by

emanating a deep roast

as morning begins to take shape

thoughts returning

while mystique’s slumber slips away

task upon task upon

how might I respond today

and for a moment

I glance into the light

safe warm rays to guide me

step out of my mind into the Radiance

and for a moment

my worries sway

a new energy awaits my mind

while the world begins its unwind.

2013