I remember my peace
Laid out along a long thin line
That stretched from my heart
To a little unsymmetrical pebble
Which lightly touched the sky,
Roots deep below.
I remember my peace
As it lived just as I do,
And it, too, decays.
But just as that decays
Life source regenerates
And begins again my peace
That I do always remember.
Tag: peace
Ode to a Gangly Tree to Rest Under (day 1767)
If I may
I’ll take a stay
Sit myself
Under your shelf
Enjoy a spell
Drink from your well
And listen
To your singing leaves
As the pitter patter
Of my moment’s peace
Flutters to a calm.
Think-Tank (day 1620)
This is nonderstandable.
Graphically explicit and blurring lines
That have been drawn out so carefully
By think-tank alike-thinkers
To show a way that cannot fail –
Will not fail.
This non-sense blasphemizes our capacity
To grapple hard bits of mal-comfort,
And undercuts the very essence
Of our giant human-kind steps
Towards liberation and freedom
In a unified mission towards love,
Strength, and peace.
So don’t bow down to your sense,
It is understandable.
Porcelain (day 1491)
This is going to close my mind,
Set me off and be my freedom.
I have loved this long enough
To be pure peace, to be a bird.
So long as lace can call my skin
A safety net against all sin
So let the crimson blush against
All these pearls of porcelain.
Lover’s Call (day 1487)
If I had heard a lover’s call
Way late at night when all was well,
I’d sharpen up my sharpest blade:
To the rescue, enchanted all.
My dear would swoon and share her thoughts:
Deep reverence for all I brought.
Her mind aglow forever more,
Ignition for my dwindling heart.
Could then my peace be eaten up
By scoundrels and necromancers?
Surely all my wisdom been sought
Guard me strongly against such draft.
So here I grow forever more
A lofty place for perched gargoyle,
A view to lay the world away
Into night with a lover’s call.
The Death of a Lady (day 1459)
She lost grace
When vibrant hearts were left
Feeling peace
Without her
Ashram Day 17 (day 1420)
This warrior:
Peace and fighting,
Love and connection.
Divinity through spirituality
Emptying into a vastness
Laid out before
Sweeping vistas.
And India, aho.
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.
Catered Driftwood (day 1383)
I paused to reflect on waves
Splashing my reflecting peace.
I knew that twinkling waves
Were unspent thoughts
Still waiting for my fancy.
Yet here I was, clear of thought,
Amongst children thinking it funny
To throw plastic cups in the sea,
Unaware of volunteers
Cleaning her from bow to stern;
Amongst gulls pecking at my toes;
Amidst catered driftwood
Aligned in rows.
Yet my thought was still overwhelmed
By sweet shining sun:
Heavenly as she chose.
And I lay still here
Until memory aligned again with thought,
And the sea was ebb and flow.
God (day 1353)
Dear George,
It’s been two years since I last heard from you,
I’ve been wondering if there’s been some trouble
Flirting the edges of your peaceful existence
I’ve always known you to have.
How is Martha? Cindy and I always chat about how lovely
Of a woman she is – and of course you are, my friend.
I frequently think back to our college days.. Do you?
Do you remember that night we sat on the patio at the Gate
And drank ourselves silly?
I think you were going downtown to some punk bar
Which I accompanied you on.
Do you remember jumping into/over that tree, down the drop?
I’m surprised we didn’t break bones doing that.
How big was that drop? Must have been about 5 feet or so..
Of course you have memories. I think we’ve talked about this before.
My heart is humble these days, perhaps it’s my inner peace,
Perhaps it’s also my slow submission towards some light.
I see that light in you when we come and visit.
Do you know what I’m talking about?
I find myself believing more and more in the spiritual world,
In listening to energy around us.. I think it’s only in my nature
To want to also influence the energy around us,
But if you ask me, this is dangerously close to necromancy.
Well, that or being God.
We’ve never talked about God before. What is your God?
Hope all is well my friend. I look forward to hearing from you.
Love,
Your ol’ friend,
Hermann Flicke