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Poem – The Way Forward

Path through the moonlit forest.

Shadows follow like thoughts.

Trees fold in half after I pass

and where I came from disappears.

The way forward continues

as the moon is consumed by dewdrops

clinging to each fern

and ends in the lantern lit field.

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Poem – Shifted Wolves

From the collection “Beyond the Border Kingdom“.

(1)

In dreams
the white wolf
stands beside
the black wolf

Emerging from
unnamed star fields
walking across
a bridge of light
against gravity
against laws of physics.

I felt no fear.
I felt no fear.

Distant galaxies
produce and consume
light.

Skewed and shifted
before arriving here
and matter we cannot see
fills the space.

This universe
spirals further
from the beginning
stretching into
unknown space
at speeds we
cannot fathom
beyond the traditional
rules we theorized
from the variables
we created.

The universe spirals further
from the beginning
around a black hole –

gathering light
gathering matter.

At the event horizon
pink cubes gather strength.

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Poem – What the Fields Hide

Leaving behind the city
we pass the line separating
concrete and dirt path.

Recent snow has hardened and crunches
with each step.

I pause and silence myself
and hear ravens nearby.

I pause and hold my breath
and imagine what secrets are beneath the empty field.

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Poem – Winter’s Song

I lost my breath in the empty field.

Lost in the blinding snow.

Thrown over the mountain tops.

In the silence I heard winter’s song.

I ran across the iced field in near darkness

my bare feet light and swift as I cast

no shadow and left no trace.

I ran across the iced field until it gave way

to the infinite valley filled with the missing sun

and I fell slowly and forever into the

sun as my body and mind separated.

From across time I sang winter’s song

at every breath.

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Poem – Roots

I walk the worn dirt path
circling the overgrown fields
where the winds have abated
and the grass, flowers, and
trees have grown deep
roots while the land has
gone back in time before
the cities of industry.

Poem – Vow

I fear not the process, the natural end of this time
here as I prepare for the next. I only fear the method
and I vow to meet it’s messenger on my
field with sword in hand beneath the white petals.

Poem – White Snow

White snow absent of
mind dusts,

absent of tree shadows
and raven wings.

White snow becomes the
moon filled river.

White snow becomes
the expanding horizon.

White snow becomes
what we bring, what we perceive.

An empty canvas, the empty field
becomes a blank page and the contents

of our full minds, the charged emotions
we carry become the objects strewn across the field.

The white snow is deceptive
and in the beauty we can become

distracted and lose sight
of our being our place in everything.

Like mind dusts they accumulate if
not cultivated and swept away.

Our being, our body, our minds
require maintenance and care.

Poem – Boundaries and Borders That We Find That We Cross

Standing at the shoreline
I awake when the sun peaks
over the horizon and the waves
crawl across frozen rock and cover my feet.

I do not know how long I have been here
at this border between the land and the sea.
I have vague recollections of why I am here.

You see, years have passed and the person I am
today does not really resemble the man troubled
and lost, weak and scared.

Holding and embracing the experiences I peer
at each fragment, taste the memory and vow
to move on, to be better than I was, beyond myself
into the space and fields and sky that I exist within
and part of.

So I stand at this border dividing the land and sea.

Who will I become next?

By what standard do I hold my being to and if
I falter will I still cross the border?

I sit on the golden tinged earth
as questions I thought become
answers that I see when in the
distance a figure follows the only
path, the exact border between
the land and the sea and when
he is close his hand
placed upon my head and when
I look up, grandfather.

Poem – Fields (continued as the lantern disappears)

Fields 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

(1)

Shining brilliantly through
grey fog hugging the soaked ground

the light I cannot see is there
in my mind, there in my eyes.

Fading snow cover reveals the field
I have been searching for

the field anchored by one lantern
surrounded by ten-thousand trees.

“Pick up the lantern and in the light
turn yourself around, inside out.

The true brilliance of the light
shows who you are, who you can be.”

Those words fill my mind as I walk
around the lantern from a distance.

(2)

Sporadic snowflakes fall as I make slow
passes in circles, ellipticals

as I pass closer and further
a game played out for years.

I do not know what I fear
I do not know what I fear.

The sky opens and the snow thickens
as the lantern glows brighter

a halo becomes the only beacon
in the darkened sky.

(3)

In order to see the lantern more clearly
I have to cut off the mind dust
collecting interfering thoughts and with
nothing, see everything.

Easy to say and nod in understanding
yet the mind fights fluctuations in the path,
chooses to resist and sends more fear
from the depths, from the past.

(4)

The moon mimics the lantern’s light
and for moments I lose the cardinal directions
blindly following false lights and
paths that lead nowhere.

Over the next hill the light
disappears into the shrinking forest.

(5)

I am clouded by doubt
as I continue to search.

What have we brought down
upon the earth.

The air is thick and heavy.
The empty sky is gone.

Poem – Fields (continued as the lantern grows brighter)

Shining brilliantly through
grey fog hugging the soaked ground

the light I cannot see is there
in my mind, there in my eyes.

Fading snow cover reveals the field
I have been searching for

the field anchored by one lantern
surrounded by ten-thousand trees.

“Pick up the lantern and in the light
turn yourself around, inside out.

The true brilliance of the light
shows who you are, who you can be.”

Those words fill my mind as I walk
around the lantern from a distance.

Sporadic snowflakes fall as I make slow
passes in circles, ellipitcals

as I pass closer and further
a game played out for years.

I do not know what I fear
I do not know what I fear.

The sky opens and the snow thickens
as the lantern glows brighter

a halo becomes the only beacon
in the darkened sky.