A whistle came and lay beside me
Speaking of ancient ruins,
A valley of lore that had no rhymes
And grass that always grew.
It wasn’t long before I strained
To hear my longing tune,
Played to me from afar
Guided by my star.
I never knew what lasted long
– My feet forever wary –
Save grace, respect, trust and truth,
Tomorrow I’m on my way.
Month: April 2015
Ashram Day 12 (day 1415)
A long undue could just be brought,
I pulled the nine of cups.
Bring me wisdom, guide me strong
I have spent the time to grow.
But why do I remain the student,
Why does my heart call out?
Children will be heart and soul,
Come back again tomorrow.
I, for one, have left behind
Symptoms of unspent growth,
Until at last, I am the student,
Perhaps forever more.
Surely as I grow beyond,
Like a beanstock reaching high,
My arrow will become well tuned
And my horse shall be named Amo.
Ashram Day 11 (day 1414)
My heart was lost into a sea
Towards a dreadful wind,
To which I did not ever cry
For I was man of steel.
“Why do you leave a stone unturned?”
Was all I’d ever say
To those that came and left again
Without a full intent.
I, the master of destiny,
Plainly as I could see,
Was left again, without a chance,
To linger long in drought;
As a wind can take away,
So can it come to blow.
Here upon my step one day
Sitting there awaiting,
Such a future I could not hold,
A solution I could not see.
Ashram Day 10 (day 1413)
I forgot my song when I sang today
Though my fingers they played on,
And here I sit, all played out:
Content as one can get.
Though my walking stick’s become
A little worse for ware,
Heart and mind’s been strengthening
To build on my tomorrow.
Ashram Day 9 (day 1412)
A call, like an answer
Came forth beyond belief,
Where hardly a shout
Had been landed and free.
Yet here was sunlight
Witnessing holiday ease,
And two strangled strangers
Carefully held onto the breeze.
Ashram Day 8 (day 1411)
A repeated whisper finally touched my senses,
Leaving a mark upon my soul.
It was said I was to be a lover,
To unite with all I’ve to offer,
Like sacred pools near sweeping oceans
Another whisper upon my neck.
Crawl out upon breaking waters!
Raise your hands up to the gods!
A breath beneath your light footsteps,
A sun upon your brow.
Ashram Day 7 (day 1410)
Hushed whispers echoed through the valley
As muted footsteps swept along ashes,
Detailing a history of sensitive environments
Through the House of Rising Sun.
Father’s eye floated open; another jest,
Another cloudy moment hushed visitors
Welcoming the flash of new life;
A new day.
Ashram Day 6 (day 1409)
Like lightning, truth descended,
Flapping lightly as she landed
Upon an altar I had cleaned for her.
Her honesty changed me,
Her beauty held me,
Her eyes led me
Into a heart that I was.
Wings are my lightness,
Peace is my soaring,
Freedom is my voice
That extends like horizon.
Ashram Day 5 (day 1408)
Whisper to me
My little butterfly,
Make only sounds
Of growing fondness.
Ashram Day 4 (day 1407)
A grain of sand
Had my name on it
As it blew across the beach.
I watched it go
To and fro,
Just like my friend the bird.
The grain of sand
Paused a short while
Under a shady tree,
And here I stayed
To watch life be
Delighting about the sea.