I watch an airplane across the evening sky,
diminishing light as the sun is leaving.
Still trees reach toward the heavens,
as blackness envelops the landscape.
Layers transform across the spectrum
scattering particles reaching these human eyes.
What is out there beyond the layers,
beyond the limitations of distance and speed?
Further I sink into the night
as the moon and stars take over.
Deep breath releases a hazy fog
and when cleared, the origin stretches out before me.
Beyond the fields of flowers
reaching the horizon,
another field exists
reaching beyond the stars.
This home, this planet
floats in the endless
expanse of space though
fields of time and gravity.
We harvest the land
and pull sustenance from the earth,
while we gaze upon the heavens
and the possibility of other life.
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Scattered across the window
Overlooking the rocky outline
Of the lake shore.
Cast from the memories of thousand years
Together we embrace as the fire
Fills the black sky with our own universe
And the reflection of the time we have endured
And the souls we have emerged as on the other side.
Standing side by side with flow stretching across endless stars and planets
we emerge each awakening flanked by the white and black wolf.
Together we will enter Valhalla and live among the giants
who have guided and taught us ways of the ancients.
Late evening summer sun
The dirt road lined with pine and poplar
exists in familiar land and on the map,
but standing here beneath the northern sky
as the cool wind brushes the lake,
I am without time or space.
In moments where I become aware
of my contact with the earth,
does it matter where I exist
physically when everything else
I am is scattered to the sea,
the sun, and the stars?
Winter evening sky burns at the horizon
as day falls into night.
Eyes follow the black outlines
of branches reaching toward heaven
through the layered hues and scattered clouds
until they stop at the single white point.
I have seen you each night
from the cement patio as
the city quiets and the distant
trains come to a stop.
I have seen you each night
when sleep finally takes hold.
** From the series “The Integration”
In the quiet moments
as our sun falls behind
the mountains, the sky
becomes filled with the
distant suns of alien planets
and we begin to understand our place.
Across the field
I see the same
material we are made of
born of the stars out there.
Burdened with questions,
begging for answers,
as a divide grows,
we walk through empty fields.
Searching the horizon for direction,
the shifting sky scatters with each breath
and when we listen to the primal unseen screams,
we lose ourselves in fear and doubt.
Broken and beat down by the present
afraid of what the future will bring,
there is hope in the past
where we all came from the stars.
Steeped in the still black waters
I see the white petals fall from
the empty sky and I wonder with
amazement, where do they come from?
On my knees I pray not to a named deity
but to the infinite canvas filled
with stars and planets and know there
must be a reason and wonder what is my purpose.
These simple moments of nature’s gentle cycle
coupled with the raw energy exhibited here and beyond
humble this man juggling chaos
looking for simplicity
looking for answers to
questions I have not asked.