Notes From Another Realm -- Part I

Poetry he has written, for clues Poet looks, 

seeking a sense of Divinity, awkward decorum, 

and syntax wayward. A bumpy road it is. 

~Coyote

Then we grew up losing the 

best part of ourselves— 

that wild landscape 

and our souls’ starry constellations.

We knew how to measure success,

but we didn’t know how to measure 

what was lost.

I don’t remember a time as strange as now.

My first inclination is to run away to hide.

When I look in the mirror, I sometimes see

a scared twelve-year-old boy.

The passions of music break down 

the barriers between this reality and any other. 

Love opens doors to mystery 

and a yearning for the presence of the Divine.

How can one be without the other?

Politics is like a harem of fondled hatreds.

Today we get too much of the world

and we are weary of it.

Our souls need emptiness

to make way for the unintelligible, 

pointing us to a path unseen, 

so we go willingly.

Sunrise came with the roosters’ insistence

that orange predominates. 

Protestors fluttered into an eternal quest

for a divine shade of blue.

Friend Sapphire dances in the sand, 

sings to birds, runs into the wind, 

and begs the ocean’s magic to give up itself.

She makes her life unusual and beautiful.

From:  Finding My Way:

One Man’s Spiritual Quest

For The Divine Presence

Unpub. MS p, 29