Summer’s Thought

What be this sadness as the lonely insect suffers, dieing.  Often I wonder of winter’s embrace; madness, confusion; death unknown comes.  While in summer does not man kill without thought.  That which man brings death so easy; yet he sees not the pain of his brother.  Nor the lonely insect as the wings no longer move.  Watch I do as the little fly stumbles and falls.  Do I have the right to kill this carrier of disease.  Or should I just let the Almighty decide, and relieve me of this burden.  No, for in summer kill without thought, this little winged creature.  So why now do I shed a tear, for that which death came easy, in summer.  Or be it that as man death need not be a part; until time is ended and we like the insect suffer no more. 

Night Runner

Through the darkness comes the feet of the night runner.  Alone his quest be not known; yet runs on before the dawn. Who be this that knows not the sun, just the wish to run ever present.  Be there a battle, or perhaps fear follows.  Yet nothing behind him seen; just the night runner towards the darkness calling.  Still his name unknown but to him that is the night runner.  What be this then that is chased by the runner’s feet.  This to be unknown, still only to be the runner that knows.  For this is his nightly march, in the darkness that calls him.  Fear or courage, be it not the same in the darkness; never to know of his beginning nor of his ending.  Oh this agony, be this then his courage in the darkness, alone, before the dawn.

Memory Hidden

When friendship lost the key be given; to that place memories hidden.  Gatekeeper why do you weep, what great sadness be upon thee.  Know you not that though I no longer at your side walking.  Yet one must unlock the gate to see all that was our friendship.  The heavy heart knows only the pain and sorrow the days passing.  Still I am there, take the key and find our footsteps again, together walking.  Exist I now in that special place that which be memory hidden.  True friendship will never pass.  As you be the gatekeeper and the key given to that which we shared. 

 

 

For Sue 

Shaded Paths

It can be said that this fountain stands alone; but what of these two lanes that stand behind as the water falls. You say to me what is the beauty in these which be tree lined shaded paths.  Both straight and narrow made of stone.  You say where be the adventure in walking a shaded straight, and narrow path; behind the water falling that is the fountain where is this beauty you speak of.  The poor souls without vision to see what lay ahead. Yet how great the sadness of these with out the ears to hear as the trees sings their songs.  Hear me now at these words I speak.  The fountain be a door to that which lay down the straight road covered.  Free from the heat of the sun, as my feet grow not weary.  Wind gives song to the leaves of the trees, so alone I do not walk.  The song for the ears of mine hear the melody of the leaves singing.  How then can it be said that one sees not the beauty.  In every leaf life is present, so to the fountain gives the sweet taste; of the water as it falls.   Beauty is every where, so open thy soul to that which be the wind and the melody that it brings.  Matters not which path be taken; for the shade of the mighty tree; the path be known and there lay the beauty; let fly the soul and with first step taken.  Learn this lesson precious, comes the beauty to the soul that sees it.

 

Inspired by P.B. Josephine

Endless Circles

Life spent chasing, yet not catching.  What be this confusion of the mind spent in these endless circles spinning.  Still be life worth the living, knowing who or what we are; to never catch that which we chase.  Without words, nor explanation the war within be worthy for the prize; just out of the grasp of our hand.  Yet we search the struggle hard against us.  Our minds question without words and answers evade us, just beyond our reach.  Then is not the chase worth our pain, chasing constant only to find the prize was indeed worthy.

 

For Tracy

The Bench

Deep inside the forest’s green where the spirits dwell.  One can seek the path, but not what is to be seen.  For in this magical place with all the beauty; one has no choice but to take inside all that is given. Be it the light as it passes, shadows cast from the sun beams light passes.  Behold yet another wondrous sight; as provided a bench to rest.  Beneath the trees, bathed in the sun’s light; the giving spirit rests with you. Be not in hurry, open thy soul to what the eyes behold.  Oh Great Spirit, keeper of the forest your gifts be known to all those with the eyes to see.  For it is more than an empty bench to rest.  In this place our soul renewed and strength flows once again.  As we again find your bench in another forest, empty, but never alone.

 

 

Inspired by Carrie  

Forest Green

Oh what beauty is seen as we walk among the forest green.  Every step I take, matters not which path I walk.  From the mighty oak tree does stand as the guardian of the forest.  Regal almost as if a king; that stands above his court.  The weeping willow to her beauty apparent, tell all who come to see her to take their rest in the shade provided.  And bids you to listen to the songs from the winds as they pass.  From the towering red woods, that reach the sky.  Can you not see the beauty set before thee in this which be the forest green.  Oh cry out what sadness, that even one should miss that which is provided by the Masters’ hand. 

Hello out there, sorry I ain't been out much.  Sleep seems to have turned on me like a viper.  I have been trying to understand the dreams and write down everything about them.  The dreams seem so real and very much alike, yet each one is a little different.  Its the same dream with something added.  Weird like watching a tv mini-series. These are not the kind of dreams that one would wish to have.  Still they are mine, though the answers elude as to why these have come to me.  When I see the words more clearly they will come together as they always have.  For some reason unknown to me the words like the dreams seem to be incomplete.  On a lighter note gas is down to 2.39 a gallon, but the U.S. has lost so many jobs no one can afford to put gas in their cars.  Maybe I should by a horse and "buckboard" I wonder how many 'mpg" a horse gets to a bale of hay.....
Peace
Mark

 

Pipers Melody

 

Haunting be the pipers melody, so soft be the notes; yet the music is heard.  Still to some be the music as sadness softly spoken.  To him whose fingers dance, knows of the notes true meaning.  As his breath gives life, softly spoken to all that will hear; the pipers lament without tears.  Oh what beauty comes, when hands raised, fingers dancing, comes then the music.  So let the melody take you where it will.  Be it the long rolling hills or green valleys.  Or  within your heart, so that you may hear the spoken softness of the piper’s melody.

 

 

Inspired by Ian F.

The Lookout Tree

 

Stands a tree like a sentinel on guard at the cities’ gate.  This city built of stone, by the hands of man; but the guard from the hand of the Almighty One.  What solitude be this that this mighty tree stands against the fire.  Be the tree protected, from the hands of man, or be it just he that stands lookout.  The fire glows with the red of fire yet not burned.  Still I look in awe and wonder of this mighty tree alone.  Yet the tree be but the guard of the city; as the sun does no harm as its light passes from above.  Oh what might be this light that allows all with sight to see; that which be the hand of the Master and His tree; the sentinel at the gate.

 

 

Inspired by Kuskulana Steve

Word’s Mystery

 

Word’s mystery, that which lacks understanding; save only the Masters’ hand.  Life’s end be not bitter for thine own end unknown, as word’s mysteries be the stories of life not yet told.  Know we to taste each moment as that which be word’s mystery comes.  Wonder do I will lessons learned reveal that which is not known.  Or will I just walk on without feeling.  Never knowing who or what my stories be, nor answer the question of word’s mystery.  Yet the courage and  faith that sustains is found within Worry not for the end unknown, rather live each moment with the power that sustains.  Then when thy end be known, so to word’s mystery shall be revealed, and understanding given.  Oh life your end shall not be bitter, for by courage life ends, but faith remains; and your story will be heard.

Troubled Mind

 

Darkness surrounds the soul of one whose mind be troubled.  Wind’s cold pushes against the sun’s mighty warmth; yet still the darkness comes as does the clouds to put away the sun.  Be there no help for this whose mind be in pain.  Be there no rest in this place of darkness.  This mind forlorn lost in the vastness of this the mind troubled. See I to escape this place, as wind’s cold pushes the never ending pain, for the soul surrounded by that which be the darkness of the troubled mind.

 

Path Surrounded

 

What be this magic of the path surrounded.  As the sunlight passes from the dawn, and wakes the sounds of spring.  The songbirds serenade announces their presence.  So to the sunlight as it passes wakes the mind.  What beauty lay before thee in this which be thy path.  Others see nor hear magic of the wonders present; as they realize nothing, like the horse wearing blinders.  What gift given in this life if one is only looking where they are going.  Never to hear the song of this magic place, the path surrounded.

 

Inspired by Carrie

Death Waits

 

Blues and greens spring waters’ peacefull; my gaze seeks, no needs sunlight’s reflection.  Empty be the life, reflection missing.  For death waits the soul; spring waters not reached.  Sightless empty without thought, feelings lifeless.  Yet what be this rage flowing within.  Filling that which is my soul;  be it then spring’s water gives life.  Or be these colors’ beauty that deceives.  While I gaze into the deepness peaceful.  Reflection no longer for the soul  filled with rage.  Now lay my soul empty where sunlight reaches not where death waits.

Free

The sun chased, slowly setting as day turns to night.  Oh brilliant moon with the stars surrounding.  The sun your brother bids you to wake and give your light to the darkness.  To push the blackness from the night, for be it the blackness that which people fear.  To lose their way as their path is unseen.  So fear not the night for the moon with the stars light the heavens night.  And thus your path lay waiting.  Be not afraid for the darkness in which the blackness comes.  As the sun sets in that which is the western sky fear you your path be lost.  See you the eastern sky the brilliant moon with all the stars that shall give light to your path.  So walk on as the blackness has been put out as is your fear.  The sun with the moon his brother and the stars have given the light that will set you free.

Beauty Covered

Oh great forest be it your jewel laden paths covered.  So intense is our gaze, fear we even to blink lest we miss one jewel of the path.  What of the majestic trees reaching ever skyward.  Their branches giving shelter to these the paths’ treasures.  Upon that which holds our gaze so intense.  What be these gems, with their brilliant colors.  The beauty be there for those that wish it.  For not even winters’ blanket can dim the sight of the beauty covered.

 

Inspired by Carrie

Gifts

Man understands little of life and the world in which we live.  Even at this most joyous time still the understanding eludes.  What of the blessings, be they not counted for man sees not what is or what was.  Only of mans own greed, which blinds the eyes to that which be the true gifts of life.  The love of woman without compare that would risk all.  These that surround you at your feet are the gifts she brings. Yet beyond your sight as envy corrupts.  Crushes the heart, and brings darkness to the soul.  For he covets even that which be his brothers’.  Still he knows not about this life.  Nor of the world, in which he lives, filled with greed and envy blinded.  When on his death bed lay he as man without understanding the truest gift of all.