MEDITATIONS

MEDITATIONS

Sometimes we all need
a shelter, an answer,
a quiet moon
and a raging sun.
echoes under domes.
The bicycle riding
under the autumn equinox
I in search of the Word that makes
the mountains move;
I search for the dark the lantern-moon
and the funny acoustics that
conserve the voices that sing,
but do not answer back.

THE WORD WE SEEK

Little lilacs sway in the breeze;
the voices come
tripping lightly over the saffron fields
seen in the light of the dusk.
The vineyards are ready with the glass of wine
the air heavy and drunk
with the pollen
scattered in the wind,
a lunatic mind
of an ethereal being
is flying with the brittle wings.
Tornadoes rise and hit the shores.
The lighthouse stands unmanned.
The night breathes
the mind stands still,
a total moon-eclipse.
the darkness shines with a subtle glow;
untranslatable, the Word we seek

THE ESSENCE

In the deepest cave on
a full-moon-night
his presence glowed like embers speaking
to the mind of a child that had never seen the glow
of embers dying.
"Think of the fire only as Fire
dwelling neither in the flame
nor in the embers dying.
The essence will never die.
A flame gone
in one candle will rekindle
a thousand more before it is gone."

THESE EMBERS
These embers, this live coal,
this fire that in dying glows,
this light seen on fleeting clouds,
is the grace i give; a grace that endures in the passing on,
not in the passing out of the light.
Thousands will come and go;
will live and love and die;
and yet a thousand more will come;
and brighter shine
the living, loving and dying.
Life and love, a candle in the dark, a torch for the passing night
a river of an endless flow.
The river knows and calls;
live in the flow; the river will know.