Let me rest my eyes

Let me rest my eyes

On something beautiful

My dog, sleeping.

A tulip green budded,

Tight lipped against the still cool morning

Sunlight

slipping between the trees like a

guilty teenager,

Touching crevices of bark,

Lifting them out of the shadows,

Awake

Let me fill my mind with

Love,

weathered fingers reaching out for mine,

Tendersharp sparks

that drift and fall back into the

night

Let me rest my soul

Upon the soft sea

lifting and rising,

Dipping

My small boat

We float and gaze at

white fluttering sails

Take me back.

Let me rest my eyes,

On something beautiful.

Just press “Paws”

Seldom, if ever, do people decide to just stop whatever they are engaged in; their work, their duty, their play, their goals, their dreams, their fears, their fantasies…their conscious lives.

Seldom, does one’s life reduce itself to its most basic elements.

An opportunity exists for us now to reflect; to sense ourselves without distraction. This is the opportunity that seekers of meaning; explorers of inner and outer spaces hunger for and here it is,

Plop, in the middle of our laps.

Cancel the meditation retreat and the ayahuasca, to induce an altered state and lead you into new awareness. Here it is, free of charge.

The bardo; the space after the exhale and just before the inhale.  A long precious moment in our shared existence, where everything has hit ‘pause’.

And when “play” is pressed again, will the same Music play on?

I wonder.

A new world

 

Sunlit tree bark

Pressed green cedar lace

Oyster pink blossoms, curving

around bees’ bottoms

Brown eyes soft, loosening

Once guarded secrets,

His mouth,

brimful of humour

The world is new again

And small.

I like it.

Bravado

In time,

I will conquer it all.

Just now, let me conquer your heart.

I am learning

The ways of the world,

Let me grow,

Slowly.

Losspain

She lives

Breathes

Moves in slow circles,

Sometimes standing

for long minutes,

in a corner.

I stroke her coarse fur.

Blind,

Her head lifts

and orients towards me.

Faithful,

she follows my rafts

wherever I go,

Bread crumbs through the forest

She eats,

Shoving her sharp nose

into every delicacy I offer her,

She sleeps.

I’m grateful when she does.

I tell her I love her,

A thousand times

I do.

It’s no antidote

nor protection against

the lump of losspain I see in the distance,

hunkered down and waiting.

It will come.

A giant black wave,

That will crash over my head

Crush my chest

and knock me down.

Nothing can stop that.

Not hope, nor prayer

Mantra nor talisman,

Not love, nor the tasty treats I offer her. 

Nothing.

I’ll hurt like hell

Until one day,

the Losspain will loosen,

Relax its jaws

And let me slip free.

Free, until the next time.

No farther

Rolling along, your plans as tight as rails

Beneath the iron wheels,

A painted landscape sliding past as

Stations come and go.

People rise to leave and others climb on board

Your destination’s  closer

with every singing mile of track until

A lever’s pulled.

Harsh shrieks lift

The floor beneath your feet, it tilts.

You struggle for your balance, grabbing

Anything to hold.

Jolting to a stop

this train,

Will take you,

no farther.

 

Time…

The surest thing I know about time, is that I don’t know anything.

It expands, contracts and stretches wide, intra-dimensionally.

Joy makes my clocks run faster, sorrow makes them slow.

Children and dogs make time flash by.

My lost ones spin out into spaceblack infinity.

Playing in my garden, stops time in its tracks.

Contemplating my first year asparagus,

Shoots me into the future.

Delicious.

 

Time

Time

Clenched, hunched,
Jaws clamped tight,
Brow, twisted with bitter intent
Summon bits of strength against
The rolling flow

A treacly wave that threatens to
sweep you over that edge.
Not so far away,
You can see it, just there.

You struggle to stay strong,
Planting your feet, quivering
Exhausted thighs braced against
a wave filled with broken furniture,
Cars and homes and people,
Crashing past.

The horizon disappears,
That great divide between
what is and what is not,

Breathe faster, work harder
Suffocating more, there’s
always more and more.

The tide lifts you skyward,
picks you up and sets you down,
To where you can’t remember.

On the beach, exhausted.
Gritty sand beneath your cheek
Your skin thin and wrinkled
Breathing short and shallow
And still you fight
to push it back, 
as it laps your toes.

Let time be your steed,
A milk white mare
Get on, hold tight and ride. 

Her muscles bunch and stretch
Her forelegs reach and paw the miles
Hindquarters sink, deep into the earth

Your body floats,
your arms reach out, to
bury your face in her rough mane
and ride.

Your calves grip her sides and your feet try to meet
She leaps forward, you nearly slide off
Her silken rump,

She slows and you find your balance once again
And ride.

Her fine head tosses, eyes rolled back
She’s coursing ahead,
You laugh
And let your heart leap forward with her.     

Time is a steed,
A milk white mare,
Hold on tight
And ride.

Tiny

Ancient dinosaur 

Tracks across my boardwalk

Fan footed and fierce, 

She sinks into the soft snow.

History in the making.

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