A Random Voice

Maybe your entire life and all that has passed by, was arranged, shaped and timed for that one desperate moment

So you could be present in that place of need and comfort

Assurance that a frightened soul is not lost and alone

An immediate trust, a random voice, a lifesaving kindness

June 13, 2024

This Temporary Respite

Dual occupancy through this temporary respite

A slightest move towards understanding

Modest concessions toward a final elegy

Both truths exposed in the immediate fog

Searching for mutual resolution

March-April, 2024

Articulating the Noise

Articulating the noise

In degrees of agony

Remains of diluted words and prayers

In this ravenous limbo

Known only to errant souls

Yet ruminations persist

Elevated beyond what's long been known

Remembering the light of moments

Emerging fractured in the wake of this history

March 3-10, 2023

To not have to explain or justify everything ..... 

Maps to Acceptance

The distance between

Fears and survival

We need to remember to forget

The elements of our parting

Repair our circadian rhythms

Disregard what's impossible

Visualize remaining possibilities

Reinvent the standard

Listen to our guides

Chart maps to acceptance

Apprehend the aging ghosts

Abolish the power over us

Un-invite the darkness

It's never what's assumed

January 25-26, 2024

Pockets of Light

Resonating in words and miracles

Defining beauty and hope

These remaining pieces of a sacred vision linger

Refusing to fade to a wisp to be dispelled

Or scattered to less than prominence and declining significance

Surviving for necessity

To counter erosion of inspiration

To provide sensation among despair

To provide pockets of light to this world

An eternal torch where guidance is needed

January 23, 2024

Into Obcurity

All these things I can't explain

Or escape

That I need to explain

Become less clear by the moment

And why bother

Because I only really want one approval

And that feels so distant

In each consideration and consultation with truth

Hope recedes

Distance increases

And I fear that this vision declines into obscurity

December 2023

Waiting For the Storm

In the approaching distance

This dark eastern horizon

Spilling over in anger and rage

Receding bright western sky

Forced to the edge

Not a question which will prevail

The first soft, sparse raindrops

Give little word of the lurking deluge to follow

Though one glance at the sky

Speaks volumes towards the imminent fury

November 2023

Waltzing Silhouette

Violent longing and burning soul

Blackened roots weeping in silence 

Sustaining darkened grace

A fire rages

Casting spells of passion

A silhouette waltzing among somber shadows

Desires an unburdened heart

Without resignation to circumstance

November 2023

Reverence and Awe

Laced in varying sketches of disdain and doubt

This brooding, disheveled sky

Forecasts the demeanor of the moment

Preparing to herald the encroaching fury

Suspected to be a horizon away

Over the dividing line between my horizon and yours

Within are patches of light promising eventual calm

Its power measured in the bending posture of the distant evergreens

We revel in these moments finding renewed security in the promised aftermath

Behind, another and another, these clones of nature

Repeating the steps of what came before erasing the recess between

Each seething, venting, moving on along its destined path

And we stand in silence, looking on in reverence and awe

October 12, 2023

I'm fascinated with the seemingly endless cycle of storms that often blow through here in western Oregon in the spring and autumn. Storm moves in, vents with wind and rain for 15-30 minutes, moves on, the sun comes out, a rainbow appears, all is calm .... but not for long. There's always another storm approaching.

This is not a stormy sky. It was actually taken at the height of regional wildfire season

The Realization

Occasionally, in the blind slivers of silence, when you ultimately come to mind, the realization that your existence in this tiny corner of time and place, becomes an overflowing measure of how absolutely fortunate one was, to be present in the moment, to be a small part of, to observe the beauty and passion, to know the power of your brazen soul. If I could know the depth of your raging heartbeat, if I could fully experience its lack of boundaries, if I could touch its unifying force, how much more enriched and greater my days would have been and just perhaps, the myth, the whispered rumors of pure and blatant, inexhaustible joy would be realized.

September/October 2023

A fictional thought ...... or is it?