The winds blow the same songs my way
the ones I’ve heard
in my darkest nights,
but somehow today
they carry a lighter tune
as if to remind me
never to take anything
too damn seriously
because everything
tumbles
like the weed
the sage
the dry grass..
it all gets shifted
and lured to higher
deeper
steeper ground,
only to be tossed back
more powerfully
than ever,
rounded
brightened
shined
by constant
change
and
sloughing
of the repetitive
irrelevant
trash of life:
sweetened by the struggle
of what was.
can never be, must be, won’t be….
pounded to the very
core of the matter,
the seed,
that falls
on fertile land
to once again blossom
into a force
as yet unknown…..
And then the night brings the moon,
3/4
almost full fertile
high in the dusk
and bright
in the dawn sky
setting on the ridge
behind me
like huge jewel
balanced
in the distance
but ever so close
to my heart
that hears its night call:
I feel the swell
of my heart tide
rise to the yelping
of coyotes
dancing
just beyond the sage,
in full abandon
they celebrate,
and I envy them,
love them,
want them,
or is it the sheer
animal lust
I vaguely scent……
Another moon has come and gone:
each one leaving
a tiny memory
in my heart:
a kiss under clouds,
a child’s morning embrace,
a father’s fading voice,
a beloved dog’s bark,
the fall and rise
of my heart
as it falls
deeper
into the quiet
dawn
of meditation……
The wind has come
and gone,
the moon risen
and set,
the quiet has set in,
and I am grateful
for the gift to take
note:
once again……
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