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Heard
Posted on Tuesday, July 29th, 2008
A walk on the beach at dawn prompted this reflection.
“Heard”
Did sun below
A cloud bank at dawn
Notice him direct
On the beach alone?
Is that why it tipped
Gold-leaf light forward
To form a narrow path
On glitter-flat water,
For a dolphin pod
To approach so close
As if to hear distinct
Soft murmurings of a soul?
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Recognized
Posted on Saturday, July 19th, 2008
I still remember fifty years ago seeing the three questions carved above the altars of a Jesuit seminary — where did I come from, why am I here, and where am I going. These last few days, I have been thinking again about the answers. Perhaps, a rereading — there have been several — of Kazantzakis’ Zorba The Greek influenced my reflection. Here is the poem:
“Recognized”
Whither is a region
Shadow dark where hardly
Distinguishable we roam
Unknown — one without another.
Here consciousness seeds us
Awash in soul-color splash,
Life-light dazzles blazes
That radiate – beckon
Through a portal spiral
Swirl dance melody love
Amidst eternal pulsing time,
Now recognized yet one.
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Posted on Tuesday, July 1st, 2008
I just returned from Sedona, AZ. While there, I visited the site where our family gathered to scatter the ashes of my spouse five years ago. Here is the poem I wrote to commemorate this occasion.
“New Beginnings”
Alone he walks a path –
Dusty red rock
Through Juniper pine
Winding upward for a mile,
Blast furnace heat envelops
As he ascends further
White rose tipped-red in hand
Where Kachina Woman* waits
In supplication and prayer,
Standing upon burnt shale,
A carpet of tears it seems;
He sits in her shadow
Recalls years ago
When he let loose in sadness
Love’s ashes to the breeze
To honor life’s transition.
Now upon a gnarled mesquite
Clinging tenaciously
To the barren surface
Patient for the rain,
He releases rose petals
With care – deliberately
In reflection of life –
A love now passed.
After a time he rises
Retraces his steps
Returns to where it began –
A place of new beginnings.
*A red rock spire so named near Boynton Canyon outside of Sedona, AZ
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