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What is the word for beyond words --
beauty simple, profound.
Stars, sunbeams, miracles of light.
Loved and protected by gods smitten
with ecstasy for such grace in presence.
Fortune favors elegance, true nobility beyond
codes of honor. Petals, aura, body open to
wind, rain, ice and fire.
Consciousness without desire,
except for kind delivery, soothing embrace.
Stars long past linger as sensation.
Twinkly eyes bless beauty
too intense for today.


12/7/15




Peaceful imagery

Beaches at sunset, quiet waves, sparkling reflection;
sand like dulcet bedding, gently shaded for dreaming.

Mountain ponds surrounded by pastel flowers;
birds of grace flitter above in scant aerial array; fairy light just
bright enough to wander without glare or haze.

Clear long straight road into fantasy landscape, then curving
through hills, farms, forests, lit by wide blue breeze,
water-painted sky, scent of perfumed trees.

Winter magic freshly frosted, swirled, made new
and brilliant, distant melody sweet, calm, effulgent.
Smell delicious promise, somnolent, seeking, evoking
a caress of serene awe.


12/6/15




What says augury – curtains of small, dark
birds swooping like raindrops.
Perching to feast in Fall trees on bursting berries.
Birds in homeward flight, toward early sunset.
Full of good harvest, ready to roost through night.
Is this blessed omen of peaceful plenty to dream on?
Or mere preparation for harsh Winter’s tempests to come?
Huddling against terrible storms, warm, safe,
together. May we dream out dark weather in
gentle peace.


12/5/15




Twinkle Moon kissed forest of splendor,
delicate paper sculpture.
Tin foil twinkle cast in Moon glow pastel.
Gifts for me misters and mistresses, ladies
and gents, those who pass through and
take a glitter-stamped chance.
May we happily party, inhale presence
for a nonce, eternal.
Who need we be just now?
Strangers nested, perfumed, rarified.
Believe, just enough to gaze hard
into a flowing crystal.
Bold building flow, the heat, the torture.
If it is truly yours, ours, solidity that matters,
drink potency and feel each successive burn.
Turns to take that have not been taken.
Let the crystal burst – it’s liquid sacrament
merges with our immoral souls.
Who do you awake to?
What face?


12/4/15
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Old Mage Pontificates
 
 
Heroes – people so publicly good they inspire
us to be better.
To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination.
Direction, decision, matters of whim or
instant’s fancy.
Sparkly lights over our Wintering fields,
meteorites to wish upon.
I wish for miracles that outdo, overwhelm
biblical prophecy.
Harsh judgment, militant readiness to fire
chaos, satisfying destruction.
Sharp dark edges, bullets of desperation.
Pain, psychic, traumatic, rippling waves
overreach, suck in soul and humanity.
Let them fight, beyond our Earthian borders,
those archetypes of Lucifer and Christ.
Let them whip up fierce, boisterous
conflagration – epiphanies of rage against
love. Hell, take bets, cheer and get high
on the action.
Up there, in that realm made of fantasy
and digitized dreams.
Here, right here and now and always
from here on, let it go.
Let the movie do its bitter dancing on
that distant screen while we
enjoy festivities of sparkling lights and
generosity, best humanity can offer spirit
of liberation immersed in
joyful celebration.
 
 

12/12/15


Cut to shape fabric pasted layers on paper bags
 
 
What can I say that hasn’t been said better; but
I do my best to express what has meaning for me
as it does.
Searching my mind for visions of light that elude.
Dark caverns, or alleys, iridescent, day-glo,
glow globes, fairy dust in billow flight.
Tell me a story of dazzling strength and brilliant
strategies. Thrilling escapes. Clever soliloquies.
Blessing of forgetting real dangers and their fears.
Look! A gathering of space astronauts happy to
save us because we’re all brethren, kin in this
living universe.
Wiser big siblings, protective, sharing what longer
experience has taught.
Until our saviors arrive, why not prepare by
fellow feeling, embracing common cause.


12/11
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The angel loved this child.
It’s not that all angels love their charges.
Mostly it’s just a job, though a job, of course,
they perform joyfully. It is not usually so personal, so human.
The angel watched over the child with poignant care.
It was not in angelic power to keep the child untouched by
the myriad harms, disappointments, longing pain, hapless tragedies
of mortal consequence. Yes, the angel was assigned as Guardian,
but only insofar as to protect this life, keep intact the necessary
attributes to fulfill this promised role in the great production,
attributes brought to fruition through exercise in lesser roles over
maturation, incremental expression of range.
So the angel watched this child grow, awkwardly, teased and
tortured into position within a cultural tradition designed to control,
keep order for elite convenience. The devoted angel whispered kind
encouragement, kept vigil lest the child’s unique imagination be
paralyzed, destroyed.
The angel loved so intensely as to be able to manifest in dreams,
mind wanderings, delicate places inviolate by what our world expects
and enforces. Even when it seemed all seethed with horror, relentless
sorrow, madness beyond comprehension, stench of mundane rot,
the angel’s adoring presence gave a supportive touchstone of calm.
Always, look without the deceptive bias of eyes, listen without prejudice
of language, feel soothed, understood. The angel holds vibrational
essence gently, passionately in boundless ethereal generosity. They are
bonded twins, each more profoundly blessed in affinity.


12/13/15
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Old Mage Pontificates



The stars
The dark
The trees
The wind
On the street where I live
On this night while I write.
What is happening here and now.
This intricate melody.
Who can hear with me?
Share a moment in all of eternity?
Skips in time to deeply held tune.
What is Truth?
What is true?
Feet above ground.
Sky permeates – ambient air all around.
Celestial entities,
ambiguous destinies,
transient identities,
beautiful dreams.
Here and now.


Beaches at sunset, quiet waves, sparkling reflection;
sand like dulcet bedding, gently shaded for dreaming.

Mountain ponds surrounded by pastel flowers;
birds of grace flitter above in scant aerial array; fairy light just
bright enough to wander without glare or haze.

Clear long straight road into fantasy landscape, then curving
through hills, farms, forests, lit by wide blue breeze,
water-painted sky, scent of perfumed trees.

Winter magic freshly frosted, swirled, made new
and brilliant, distant melody sweet, calm, effulgent.
Smell delicious promise, somnolent, seeking, evoking
a caress of serene awe.

Birds in homeward flight, toward early sunset.
Full of good harvest, ready to roost through night.
Is this blessed omen of peaceful plenty to dream on?
Or mere preparation for harsh Winter’s tempests to come?
Huddling against terrible storms, warm, safe,
together. May we dream out dark weather in
gentle peace.

Estrellita arrayed, veils of splendid gauze, adoring gaze, exquisite focus.
Heavenly, celestial, outside of positional lines. Beyond bind of word.
Open adventure to taste inhaled molecules from exosphere.
Echoes wavering surrender to swell of enduring vibrations.
In this small space starlight smiles, sun rays slowly kiss
strength and warmth.
Only beauty answers, in her aspect of eternity.

Twinkle Moon kissed forest of splendor.
Delicate paper sculpture.
Tin foil twinkle cast in Moon glow pastel.
Gifts for me misters and mistresses, ladies
and gents, those who pass through and
take a glitter-stamped chance.
May we happily party, inhale presence
for a nonce, eternal.
Who need we be just now?
Waiting for the Sun --
Lightbringer, creating morning.
See every facet beautiful in lucent
crystal – light we carry, share, renew.
Strangers nested, perfumed, rarified.
Believe, just enough to gaze hard
into a flowing crystal.

Fragile and fleeting, portentous brilliance.
Soft blue star surrounded cloud mist, interrupting constellations.
Improvization respects every directional view.
Movement precise, exquisite as terpsichore sprites in ablution.
If we might see still peace, mindful passion, sphere of
slowly melting glass gently held, transcended.

Heroes – people so publicly good they inspire us to be better.
To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination.
Direction, decision, matters of whim or instant’s fancy.
Sparkly lights over our Wintering fields, meteorites to wish upon.
I wish for miracles that outdo, overwhelm biblical prophecy.
Let them fight, beyond our Earth borders, those archetypes of Lucifer and Christ.
Let them whip up fierce, boisterous conflagration – epiphanies of rage against love.
Hell, take bets, cheer and get high on the action. Up there, in that realm made of digitized dreams.
Here, right here and now and always from here on, let it go.
Let the movie skip dynamic pixelate on that distant screen while we enjoy festivities of sparkling lights and
generosity, best humanity can offer spirit of liberation immersed in joyful celebration.


Iridescent, day-glo, glow globes, fairy dust in billow flight.
Tell me a story of dazzling strength and brilliant strategies. Thrilling escapes. Clever soliloquies.
Blessing of forgetting real dangers and their fears.
Look! A gathering of space astronauts happy to save us because we’re all brethren, kin in this living universe.
Wiser big siblings, protective, sharing what longer experience has taught.


The angel loved this child.
It’s not that all angels love their charges.
Mostly it’s just a job, though a job, of course,
they perform joyfully. It is not usually so personal, so human.
The angel watched over the child with poignant care.
It was not in angelic power to keep the child untouched by
the myriad harms, disappointments, longing pain, hapless tragedies
of mortal consequence. Yes, the angel was assigned as Guardian,
but only insofar as to protect this life, keep intact the necessary
attributes to fulfill this promised role in the great production,
attributes brought to fruition through exercise in lesser roles over
maturation, incremental expression of range.
So the angel watched this child grow, awkwardly, teased and
tortured into position within a cultural tradition designed to control,
keep order for elite convenience. The devoted angel whispered kind
encouragement, kept vigil lest the child’s unique imagination be
paralyzed, destroyed.
The angel loved so intensely as to be able to manifest in dreams,
mind wanderings, delicate places inviolate by what our world expects
and enforces. Even when it seemed all seethed with horror, relentless
sorrow, madness beyond comprehension, stench of mundane rot,
the angel’s adoring presence gave a supportive touchstone of calm.
Always, look without the deceptive bias of eyes, listen without prejudice
of language, feel soothed, understood. The angel holds vibrational
essence gently, passionately in boundless ethereal generosity. They are
bonded twins, each more profoundly blessed in affinity.


What is the word for beyond words --
beauty simple, profound.
Stars, sunbeams, miracles of light.
Loved and protected by gods smitten
with ecstasy for such grace in presence.
Fortune favors elegance, true nobility beyond
codes of honor.


Long-toothed grey-white horse munches, trots,
watches occasional cars go by the road along this corral.
Drowzing afternoons remembers flying, wide white wings.
She has horse sense, wild strong senses, instinctual balance.
She eyes those passing passengers without comment.
If she needed, she could fly out of range, disappear from men’s
landscape. Not resigned, nor exactly happy – comfortable,
content, completely free.


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The stars
The dark
The trees
The wind
On the street where I live.
On this night while I write.
What is happening here and now.
Intricate melody.
Who can hear with me?
Share this moment in all of eternity?
Breathe in time to deeply held tune.
What is Truth?
What is true?
Feet above ground.
Sky permeates – ambient air all around.
Celestial entities,
ambiguous destinies,
transient identities,
beautiful sentience.
Here and now.


Beaches at sunset, quiet waves, sparkling reflection;
sand like dulcet bedding, gently shaded for serene ramble.

Mountain ponds grounded by pastel flowers;
bright feathered geese flitter above in scant aerial array;
fairy light just enough to wander without glare or haze.

Clear long straight road into fantasy landscape, then curving
through hills, farms, forests, lit by wide blue breeze,
water-painted sky, scent of perfumed trees.

Winter magic freshly frosted, swirled, made new
and brilliant, distant melody sweet, calm, effulgent.
Smell delicious promise, call to seeking, evoking delicious caress of awe.

Birds in homeward flight, toward early sunset.
Full of good harvest, ready to roost through night.
Is this blessed omen of peaceful plenty to rejoice on?
Or mere preparation for harsh Winter’s tempests to come?
Huddling against terrible storms, well placed, safe, together.
May we celebrate through rugged weather in warm welcoming peace.

Estrellita arrayed, veils of splendid gauze, adoring gaze, exquisite focus.
Delicate paper sculpture forest of splendor, tin foil twinkle Moonglow cast spell.
Gifts for me misters and mistresses, ladies and gents, those who pass through
and take a glitter-stamped chance. Echoes waver, surrender to swell of exo-vibrations.
Heavenly, celestial, outside of gps lines. Beyond bind of word.
Open adventure to taste inhaled stardust from unfathomed distance.
In this small crystal, starlight smiles. Solar rays slowly kiss strength and warmth.
Beauty answers, in her aspect of eternity.


May we happily party, inhale for a nonce, eternal presence.
Who need we be just now?
Waiting for the Lightbringer, creating morning.
Strangers nested, perfumed, rarified. If we might Believe, just enough to gaze hard into flowing crystal.
See, fragile and fleeting, sphere of slowly melting glass gently held, transcended.
Still peace, mindful passion, portentous brilliance, every facet effervescent.
Petite performance in lucent revelry – light we carry, share, renew.
Improvization respects every directional view.

Tell me a story of dazzling strength and brilliant strategies. Thrilling escapes. Clever soliloquies.
Blessing of forgetting real dangers and their fears.
Heroes – people so publicly good they inspire us to be better.
To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination.
Direction, decision, matters of whim or instant’s fancy.
Look! A gathering of space astronauts happy to save us because we’re all brethren, kin in this living universe.
Wiser big siblings, protective, sharing what longer experience has taught.

Soft blue cloud mist, interrupting constellations.
Movement precise, exquisite as terpsichore sprites in ablution.
Sparkly lights over our Wintering fields, meteorites to wish upon.
I wish for miracles that outdo, overwhelm biblical prophecy.
Let them fight, beyond our Earth borders, those archetypes of Lucifer and Christ.
Let them whip up fierce, boisterous conflagration – epiphanies of rage against love.
Hell, take bets, cheer and get high on the action. Up there, in that realm made of digitized dreams.
Here, right here and now and always from here on, let it go.
Let the movie skip dynamic pixelate on that distant screen while we enjoy festivities of sparkling lights and
generosity, best humanity can offer spirit of liberation immersed in joyful celebration.

Iridescent, day-glo globes, fairy dust in billow flight.

The angel loved this child.
It’s not that all angels love their charges.
Mostly it’s just a job, though a job, of course, they perform joyfully.
It is not usually so personal, so human.
The angel watched over the child with poignant care.
It was not in angelic power to keep the child untouched by the myriad harms,
disappointments, longing pain, hapless tragedies of mortal consequence.
Yes, the angel was assigned as Guardian, but only insofar as to protect this life,
keep intact the necessary attributes to fulfill this promised role in the great production,
attributes brought to fruition through exercise in lesser roles over maturation, incremental expression of range.
So the angel watched this child grow, awkwardly, teased and tortured into position within a cultural tradition
designed to control, keep order for elite convenience.
The devoted angel whispered kind encouragement, kept vigil
lest the child’s unique imagination be paralyzed, destroyed.
The angel loved so intensely as to be able to manifest in dreams, mind wanderings,
delicate places inviolate by what our world expects and enforces.
Even when it seemed all seethed with horror, relentless sorrow, madness beyond comprehension,
stench of mundane rot, the angel’s adoring presence gave a supportive touchstone of calm.
Always, look without the deceptive bias of eyes, listen without prejudice of language, feel soothed, understood.
The angel holds vibrational essence gently, passionately in boundless ethereal generosity.
They are bonded twins, each more profoundly blessed in affinity.


What is the word for beyond words --
beauty simple, profound.
Stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
Loved and protected by gods, smitten with ecstasy in grace of presence.
Fortune favors elegance, true nobility beyond codes of legend.


Long-toothed grey-white horse munches, trots,
watches occasional cars go by the road along this corral.
Drowsing afternoons remembers flying, wide white wings.
She has horse sense, wild strong senses, instinctual balance.
She eyes those passing passengers without comment.
If she needed, she could fly out of range, disappear from men’s
landscape. Not resigned, nor exactly happy – comfortable,
content, completely free.
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The stars
The dark
The trees
The wind
On the street where I live.
On this night while I write.
Happening here and now.
Intricate melody.
Who can hear with me?
Share this moment in all of eternity?
Breathe in time to deeply held tune.
What is Truth?
What is true?
Feet above ground.
Sky permeates – ambient air surround.
Celestial entities,
ambiguous destinies,
transient identities,
beautiful sentience.
Here and now.


Estrellita holiday arrayed, veils of splendid gauze, adoring gaze, exquisite focus.
Delicate paper sculpture forest of splendor, tin foil twinkle Moonglow spell.
Gifts for me misters and mistresses, ladies and gents, those who pass through
and take a glitter-stamped chance.
Echoes waver, surrender to swell of exo-vibrations.
Heavenly, celestial, outside gps lines. Beyond bind of word.
Open adventure, taste inhaled stardust from unfathomed distance.
In this small crystal, starlight smiles. Solar rays slowly kiss strength and warmth.
Beauty answers, in her aspect of eternity.


Beaches at sunset, quiet waves, sparkling reflection;
sand like dulcet bedding, gently shaded for serene meditation.

Mountain ponds grounded by pastel flowers;
bright feathered geese flitter above in scant aerial array;
fairy light just enough to wander without glare or haze.

Clear long straight road into fantasy landscape, then curving
through hills, farms, forests, lit by wide blue breeze,
water-painted sky, scent of perfumed trees.

Winter magic freshly frosted, swirled, made new and brilliant.
Distant melody sweet, calm, effulgent.
Smell delicious promise, call to seekers, evoking caress of awe.

Birds in homeward flight, toward early sunset.
Full of good harvest, ready to roost through darkness.
Is this blessed omen of peaceful plenty to rejoice on?
Or mere preparation for harsh Winter’s tempests to come?
Huddling against terrible storms, well placed, safe, together.
May we celebrate through rugged weather in warm welcoming peace.
Happily clap in cheer; inhale for a nonce, eternal presence.
Strangers nested, perfumed, rarified. Waiting for Lightbringer, creation of morning.
Petite performance in lucent revelry – light we carry, share, renew.
Improvization respects every directional view.
If we might Believe, just enough to stare hard into flowing crystal.
See, fragile and fleeting, slowly melting glass gently held, transcended.
Still peace, mindful passion, portentous brilliance, every facet effervescent.


Tell me a story of dazzling strength and brilliant strategies. Thrilling escapes. Clever soliloquies.
Blessing of forgetting real dangers and their fears.
Heroes – people so publicly good they inspire us to be better.
To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination.
Direction, decision, matters of whim or instant’s fancy.
Soft blue cloud mist, interrupting constellations.
Sparkly lights over our Wintering fields, meteorites to wish upon.
Movement precise, exquisite as terpsichore sprites in ablution.
Look! A gathering of space astronauts happy to save us because we’re all brethren, kin in this living universe.
Wiser big siblings, protective, sharing what longer experience has taught.

I wish for miracles that outdo, overwhelm biblical prophecy.
Let them fight, beyond our Earth borders, those archetypes of Lucifer and Christ.
Let them whip up fierce, boisterous conflagration – epiphanies of rage against love.
Hell, take bets, cheer and get high on the action. Up there, in that realm made of digitized dreams.
Here, right here and now and always from here on, let it go.
Let the movie skip, dynamic pixelate, on that distant screen while we
enjoy festivities of sparkling lights and generosity, best humanity can offer
spirit of liberation immersed in joyful celebration.

Iridescent, day-glo globes, fairy dust in billow flight.

The angel loved this child.
It’s not that all angels love their charges.
Mostly it’s just a job, though a job, of course, they perform joyfully.
It is not usually so personal, so human.
The angel watched over the child with poignant care.
It was not in angelic power to keep the child untouched by the myriad harms,
disappointments, longing pain, hapless tragedies of mortal consequence.
Yes, the angel was assigned as Guardian, but only insofar as to protect this life,
keep intact the necessary attributes to fulfill this promised role in the great production,
attributes brought to fruition through exercise in lesser roles over maturation, incremental expression of range.
So the angel watched this child grow, awkwardly, teased and tortured into position within a cultural tradition
designed to control, keep order for elite convenience.
The devoted angel whispered kind encouragement, kept vigil
lest the child’s unique imagination be paralyzed, destroyed.
The angel loved so intensely as to be able to manifest in dreams, mind wanderings,
delicate places inviolate by what our world expects and enforces.
Even when it seemed all seethed with horror, relentless sorrow, madness beyond comprehension,
stench of mundane rot, the angel’s adoring presence gave a supportive touchstone of calm.
Always, look without the deceptive bias of eyes, listen without prejudice of language, feel soothed, understood.
The angel holds vibrational essence gently, passionately in boundless ethereal generosity.
They are bonded twins, each more profoundly blessed in affinity.


What is the word for beyond words --
beauty simple, profound.
Stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
Loved and protected by gods, smitten with ecstasy.
Fortune favors elegance, grace of presence, true nobility beyond codes of legend.


Long-toothed grey-white horse munches, trots,
watches occasional cars go by the road along this corral.
Drowsing afternoons remembers flying, wide white wings.
She has horse sense, wild strong senses, instinctual balance.
She eyes those passing passengers without comment.
If she needed, she could fly out of range, disappear from men’s
landscape. Not resigned, nor exactly happy – comfortable,
content, completely free.

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The stars
The dark
The trees
The wind
On the street where I live.
On this night while I write.
Happening here and now.
Intricate melody.
Who can hear with me?
Share this moment in all of eternity?
Breathe in time to deeply held tune.
What is Truth?
What is true?
Feet above ground.
Ambient air permeates –
celestial entities,
transient identities,
ambiguous destinies,
exquisite sentience.
Here and now.
 
Estrellita holiday arrayed, splendid gauze, adoring gaze, exquisite focus.
Delicate paper sculpture forest of splendor, tin foil twinkle Moonglow spell.
Gifts for me misters and mistresses, ladies and gents, those who pass through and take a glitter-stamped chance.
Open adventure, taste inhaled atoms from unfathomed distance.
In this small crystal, starlight smiles. Solar rays slowly kiss strength and warmth.
Beauty answers, in her aspect of eternity.
 
Beaches at sunset, quiet waves, sparkling reflection;
sand like dulcet bedding, gently shaded for serene meditation.
 
Mountain ponds grounded by pastel flowers;
bright feathered geese flitter above in scant aerial array;
fairy light just enough to wander without glare or haze.
 
Clear long straight road into fantasy landscape, then curving
through hills, farms, forests, lit by wide blue breeze,
water-painted sky, scent of perfumed trees.
 
Winter magic freshly frosted, swirled, made new and brilliant.
Distant melody sweet, calm, effulgent.
Smell delicious promise, call to seekers, evoking caress of awe.
Birds in homeward flight, toward early sunset.
Full of good harvest, ready to roost through darkness.
Is this blessed omen of peaceful plenty to rejoice on?
Or mere preparation for harsh Winter’s tempests to come?
Huddling against terrible storms, well placed, safe, together.
Strangers nested, perfumed, rarified. Waiting for Lightbringer, creation of morning.
We celebrate through rugged weather in warm welcoming peace.
 
Petite performance in lucent revelry – light we carry, share, renew.
If we might Believe, just enough to stare hard into flowing crystal.
See, fragile and fleeting, glass slowly melting, gently emitting.
Still peace, mindful passion, portentous brilliance, every facet effervescent.
Improvisation respects every directional view.
Tell me a story of dazzling strength and brilliant strategies. Thrilling escapes. Clever soliloquies.
Blessing of forgetting real dangers and their fears.
Heroes – people so publicly good they inspire us to be better.
To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination.
Direction, decision, matters of whim or instant’s fancy.
 
Soft blue cloud mist, interrupting constellations.
Look! A gathering of space astronauts happy to save us because we’re all brethren, kin in this living universe.
Wiser big siblings, protective, sharing what longer experience has taught.
Sparkly lights over our Wintering fields, meteorites to wish upon.
I wish for miracles that outdo, overwhelm biblical prophecy.
Let them fight, beyond our Earth borders, those archetypes of Lucifer and Christ.
Let them whip up fierce, boisterous conflagration – epiphanies of rage against love.
Hell, take bets, cheer and get high on the action. Up there, in that realm made of digitized dreams.
Here, right here and now and always from here on, let it go.
Let the movie skip, dynamic pixelate, on that distant screen while we
enjoy festivities, sparkling lights and generosity, best humanity can offer
-- spirit of liberation immersed in joyful celebration.
 
Iridescent, day-glo globes, fairy dust in billow flight.
 
The angel loved this child.
It’s not that all angels love their charges.
Mostly it’s just a job, though a job, of course, they perform joyfully.
It is not usually so personal, so human.
The angel watched over the child with poignant care.
It was not in angelic power to keep the child untouched by the myriad harms,
disappointments, longing pain, hapless tragedies of mortal consequence.
Yes, the angel was assigned as Guardian, but only insofar as to protect this life, keep intact the necessary attributes to fulfill this promised role in the great production, attributes brought to fruition through exercise in lesser roles over maturation, incremental expression of range.
So the angel watched this child grow, awkwardly, teased and tortured into position within a cultural tradition designed to control, keep order for elite convenience.
The devoted angel whispered kind encouragement, kept vigil lest the child’s unique imagination be paralyzed, destroyed.
The angel loved so intensely as to be able to manifest in dreams, mind wanderings, delicate places inviolate by what our world expects and enforces.
Even when it seemed all seethed with horror, relentless sorrow, madness beyond comprehension, stench of mundane rot, the angel’s adoring presence gave a supportive touchstone of calm.
Always, look without the deceptive bias of eyes, listen without prejudice of language, feel soothed, understood.
The angel holds vibrational essence gently, passionately in boundless ethereal generosity.
They are bonded twins, each more profoundly blessed in affinity.
 
What is the word for beyond words --
beauty simple, profound.
Stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
Loved and protected by gods, smitten with ecstasy.
Fortune favors elegance, grace of presence, true nobility beyond codes of legend.
 
Long-toothed grey-white horse munches, trots,
watches occasional cars go by the road along this corral.
Drowsing afternoons remembers flying, wide white wings.
She has horse sense, wild strong senses, instinctual balance.
She eyes those passing passengers without comment.
If she needed, she could fly out of range, disappear from men’s
landscape. Not resigned, nor exactly happy – comfortable,
content, completely free.

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The stars
The dark
The trees
The wind
On the street where I live.
On this night while I write.
Happening here and now.
Luxuriant melody.
Who can hear with me?
Share this moment in all of eternity?
Breathe in time to deeply vibrating tune.
What is Truth?
What is true?
Feet above ground.
Ambient air permeates –
celestial entities,
transient identities,
ambiguous destinies,
exquisite sentience.
Here and now.
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Estrellita holiday arrayed, dazzling gauze, adoring gaze, impeccable focus.
Delicate paper sculpture forest of splendor, tin foil twinkle Moonglow spell.
Gifts for me misters and mistresses, ladies and gents, those who pass through and take a glitter-stamped chance.
Open adventure, taste inhaled atoms from unfathomed distance.
In this small crystal, starlight smiles.
Solar rays slowly kiss strength and warmth.
Beauty answers, in her aspect of eternity.
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Beaches at sunset, quiet waves, sparkling reflection;
sand like dulcet bedding, gently shaded serene meditation.
*
Mountain ponds grounded by pastel flowers;
bright feathered geese flitter on high in scant array;
fairy light just enough to wander beyond glare or haze.
*
Clear long straight road into fantasy landscape, then curving
through hills, farms, forests, lit by wide blue breeze,
water-painted sky, scent of perfumed trees.
*
Winter magic freshly frosted, swirled, made new and brilliant.
Smell delicious promise, evoking caress of awe.
Call to seekers, distant melody sweet, calm, effulgent.
Birds in homeward flight, toward early sunset.
Full of good harvest, ready to roost through darkness.
Is this blessed omen of peaceful plenty to rejoice?
Or mere preparation for harsh Winter tempests to come?
Huddling against terrible storms, well placed, safe, together.
Strangers nested, perfumed, rarified.
Waiting for Lightbringer, morning star.
We celebrate through rugged weather warm welcoming peace.
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Petite performance, illumined revelry – light we carry, share, renew.
If we might Believe, just enough to stare hard into flowing crystal.
See, fragile and fleeting, glass slowly melting, gently emitting.
Still peace, mindful passion, portentous glow, every facet effervescent.
Improvisation respects panoramic view.
Tell me a story of shining strength and brilliant strategies.
Thrilling escapes. Clever soliloquies.
Blessing of forgetting real dangers and their fears.
Heroes – people so publicly good they inspire us to be better.
To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination.
Direction, decision, matters of whim or instant’s serendipity.
*
Soft blue cloud mist, interrupting constellations.
Look! A gathering of space astronauts happy to save us because we’re all brethren as living universe.
Wiser big siblings, protective, sharing what longer experience has taught.
Sparkly lights over our Wintering fields, meteorites to wish upon.
I wish for miracles that outdo, overwhelm biblical prophecy.
Let them fight, outside our Earth borders, those archetypes of Lucifer and Christ.
Let them whip up fierce, boisterous conflagration – epiphanies of rage against love.
Hell, take bets, cheer and get high on the action. Up there, in that realm made of digitized dreams.
Here, right here and now and always from here on, let it go.
Let the movie skip, dynamic pixelate, on that distant screen while we
enjoy festivities, sparkling lights and generosity, best humanity can offer
-- spirit of liberation immersed in joyous celebration.
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Iridescent, day-glo globes, fairy dust in billow flight.
*
The angel loved this child.
It’s not that all angels love their charges.
Mostly it’s just a job, though a job, of course, they perform joyfully.
It is not usually so personal, so human.
The angel watched over the child with poignant care.
It was not in angelic power to keep the child untouched by the myriad harms,
disappointments, longing pain, hapless tragedies of mortal consequence.
Yes, the angel was assigned as Guardian, but only insofar as to protect this life, keep intact the necessary attributes to fulfill this promised role in the great production, attributes brought to fruition through exercise in lesser roles over maturation, incremental expression of range.
So the angel watched this child grow, awkwardly, teased and tortured into position within a cultural tradition designed to control, keep order for elite convenience.
The devoted angel whispered kind encouragement, kept vigil lest this unique imagination be paralyzed, destroyed.
The angel loved so intensely as to be able to manifest in dreams, mind wanderings, delicate places inviolate by what our world expects and enforces.
Even when it seemed all seethed with horror, relentless sorrow, madness beyond comprehension, stench of mundane rot, the angel’s adoring presence gave a supportive touchstone of calm.
Always, look without the deceptive bias of eyes, listen without prejudice of language, feel soothed, understood.
The angel holds ethereal essence gently, passionately, in boundless generosity.
They are bonded twins, each more profoundly blessed in affinity.
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What is the word for beyond words --
beauty simple, profound.
Stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
Loved and protected by gods, smitten with ecstasy.
Fortune favors elegance, grace of presence,
true nobility beyond codes of legend.
*
Long-toothed grey-white horse munches, trots,
watches occasional cars go by the road along this corral.
Drowsing afternoons remembers flying, wide white wings.
She has horse sense, wild strong senses, instinctual balance.
She eyes those passing passengers without comment.
If she needed, she could fly out of range, disappear from men’s
landscape. Not resigned, nor precisely happy – comfortable,
content, completely free.

*

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