Bags of Gold

Bags of Gold

5 brings 5 

2 brings 2

l brings that

scolding retort..

All seek ascent

5 and 2 in

a system corrupt..

1 saw more..

Suffering in darkness

weeping and gnashing..
He saw these
all enfolded in
His singular Self

Awaiting

A more fulfilling

Ascent...

See Matthew 25
for
Parable of Talents

Blind Man's Stick

Blind Man's Stick

A perennial dispute

On mind's location

Inside or there..

Those scanning devices

Our inside isolates

The blind man's stick

To outside spreads..

Technology's extensions

Distant and wide..

And then contemplation

Imagination is wing..

Borderlines grow hazy

Unanswered

Is wholeness indeed...

Sun and Weed

Sun and Weed

Lowered evening sun

Direct and glowing

A leafy weed peered

Above its patch and

Reflected the sun..

Photo or not

The patch said no

But brightness spoke

And shutter closed..

Surprise with result

Colors and forms

Not surpassed in

A manicured bouquet..

Beauty asks only for

Sun and reflector

From these two

All creation glows...

A Learning Moment

A Learning Moment

Some may prefer

A teaching moment

A fleeting time

To fill the Other

With our known.. 

Though if we

See our Moment

Enclosing both:

Learning is shared 
in a burst

Quite unexpected

Leaving both with
No joy spared...

Muse

Muse

One of nine

Greek goddesses
is the definition..
She rises in finery
adorned in her
Greek duality..
But that other 
Muse the verb
is a turning
a meditation of
movement..
This is the
singular Goddess
the presence 
which gives life
to our attractive
Greek friend...

Musing with Mae..

Deo and Noises of Night..

Deo and Noises of Night

the cat

quite elegant with

tuxedo no tail

home alone..!

Dan went traveling

across the divide..

I served as

  treat bearer with 

anticipated arrival..

After dining on 

flesh of the tuna

Deo in lengthy

hair care coiffure..

Interrupted only by

neighborhood noises

of night..

Imagining those

memories of fright

in this feline's

youthful stray life..

Eyes fearsome wide

Ears shifting alert..

But no harm

returning to now..
Tongue's last stroke

bath and bed

Monday is over...

Autobiography

 Autobiography

Do we have courage

To write our own..

Turn to our past

Open those portals

Long since bypassed..

Not fleeing once open

Lingering there and there..

Dark passages then

Turning new sides

Textures now strange

Strange and renewed..

Bright lanterns then

Strangely are dim..

All is perspective
Dimensions to gain..

New Name today

What Name might

Portals of tomorrow

yet bring...?