Can’t talk about suicide.
Can’t talk about sex.
Can’t talk about religion or
G-od or what in this strange world
is coming up next; yet
IT is always a sweet mix of love,
faith and politics by which
everyone of us is blessed,
from the days leading up to our conception,
in a moment of heated passion,
to some neighborly other
cleaning up the best and
the worst that is left
for the rest of us
self professed guests
of this mess.
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The journey to and through
the darkness of the winter solstice
is the wonder of the good we find within;
the blending of the self and community; and
the spiritual spin we settle upon
waiting for the madness of the moving orbs
to end in a new beginning
where we find which life would win
as we weather the cold that remains and
as the darkness would graciously thin
while we trustingly befriend the grace of the Light and
send the time without it packing until Spring.
2019.0102.1029
The darkness is darker
in early December**,
like the middle of
the middle of the night;
like the depth of the
penury of the widow
residing in the faith of
the widow’s mite***;
like the Christmas
celebrated down under
amidst the warmth and
the vision and the light;
like the Christ
on the Cross with the eye
beyond the present veil and
with only Good Will in sight.
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*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solstice
**https://www.schooloftheseasons.com/hanukkah.html
***https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lesson_of_the_widow%27s_mite
Dead in the midst of all the living and the dying
Dead in the illusion of the order and the mess
Dead in the dialectic journey where,
in the silence and the solitude,
the light and the darkness,
what is Good Alone,
over and over
I confess.
2018.1103.1223
The only respite we each have
from the broken community
around us in the day and the light
is the silence and the darkness
of the night. Yes, though
everyone knows this, each
secretly and foolishly forgets it
in the process of avoiding the solitude.
Alternatively, that lapse of consciousness
may inappropriately find itself
extending said brokenness
into the peace of the night
for some other forgetful foolish ones.
2018.1012.111
You can count as the darkness
everything and anything
that makes one alone;
from the senses that
we sometimes worship to
the death that will forever be
the unknown factor, which
in the end will be shown to me
despite all the things which
have been thrown at me
in the light.
2018.0905.2138
Slowly slipping away like
the late August sun or
the light as the evening shades
envelope the skies,
the abandonment to love and
a simple ‘joie de vivre’ give way to
the reality of the sighs and the solitude
that leave the eyes prepared for
the loss of the spark and
the acceptance of the journey
through the dark-ness.
It is never a sudden occurrence.
There is always time given each to improvise.
It is the wonderful experience of coming and going
in a creation that is a forever surprise.
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