Eyes

490874891.jpg Veiled Woman“Those are my eyes”
You said
“Those are my arms
My face and
I would have you
Veil them
Not share them
With the world”

And what lies
Underneath your
Robed exterior
Your haughty
Arrogance
You said was
Always to be
Mine alone

But you have
Shared it with
So many
It is no
Longer mine
Nor am I yours
Not truly
Though you may
Think that you have
Bent me to
Your will

But true love cannot
Be compelled

You’re thinking that
You own me
That I still
Owe you fealty
Or obedience
It could be that
You’re in for
A surprise

Tonight I make my
Bid for freedom and
If you’re reading this
You’ll know that
I am gone

And you will know
Whose eyes these are
These eyes
Are mine!

Mixed Blessing

space fantasy. starDon’t try and tell me
I’ve not seen ~
The things I’ve seen ~

The splendor and the joy ~
The soul deep Love
Of the Universe ~
And all that it contains ~

Peace beyond telling ~
Always familiar
Though never the same ~

A homecoming
If you will ~
Or a becoming
Of oneself again ~
As all illusions
Fade away ~

All this within my grasp
Then I was torn away ~
Brought back to life
And I was very grateful ~

But part of me yearns
Ever toward the Light ~
The unattained
Destination ~
The object of
My soul’s desire ~

Someday ~

What Makes Me Happy

670px-Decorate-a-Window-With-Christmas-Tree-Lights-Step-1Miniature colored lights
Pick out the windows
And the doorways
Of my apartment
It’s mid-September
And they’ve been
Up all year

They make me happy
And they make
My friends smile
They blur the hard
And unforgiving
Edges of my day

So I don’t care if
It’s naïve and
Unsophisticated
It lifts my heart and
Warms my inner child

But Not Forgotten

woman-sleeping5904.jpg dreaming womanIn my dream
I hear a baby crying ~
Then the soothing
Sound of a lullaby ~

And somehow I know
That I am dreaming ~
I am the crying babe
And the singer my mother ~

This is the dream
I asked her for ~
On the eighth anniversary
Of her graduation ~
From this world
Into the next ~

And now that I know ~
I can feel her
Arms around me ~
Feel the strength
Of her love
Once more ~

And even in my dream
I am so happy ~

A Trace of Blue

flat,550x550,075,f.u1.jpg blue jaySunlight strikes
The Blue Jay’s wings
Flashing shards of
Brilliant blue

Shamelessly flaunting
His sheer perfection
He lights on a branch
Of a nearby tree
Sings a few notes
Then disappears

Leaving in his
Departing wake
A subtle trace of blue
Upon the morning air

An Electrifying Experience

slide_4406_64270_large.jpg Hiroshi Sugimoto courtesy Fraenkel Gallery San Francisco

This photo invokes images of such freedom, abandon, passion and joy! It radiates exaltation in the pure state of being. This is one of a series of studies of lightning, and in some of them the tone is one of darkness, relieved but not brightened by, more tentative spears of light. The one that graces this article makes me think of a flower, transparent and intricate, offering its beauty and mystery with the innocence of an angel. And there is one that looks like a fairy, summoning a star. What must it be like to stand in the heart of the flame and embrace the impossible? See what dreams have been sparked, merely gazing into these portraits of light?

It reminds me that many years ago I was discussing electricity with a friend, a very intelligent man whose intellect I respected. He told me then that even the best of scientists have only a limited knowledge of how electricity works. Much is known of its properties and their effects, but as far as a nuts-and-bolts understanding of the way it actually works, they’re pretty much still in the dark, as it were.

Another paradox! Or is it merely a riddle? How can creatures made up of tiny whirling bits of light ever be in the dark? So many tantalizing questions, so many answers there for the searching out. In defense of the computer, at least no one need be bored any more, when whole new worlds beckon from every portal. That’s where I found these lovely photos (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/30/images-of-electricity-pho_n_442631.htmlI), which I am pleased to share with you.

(This article was originally published on 1/30/2010.)

Sing Freedom

645185-bigthumbnail.jpg songbirdPoor little songbird ~
Look what they’ve
Done to you ~
Captured and
Caged you and
Broken your heart ~

Quickly now
I’m here to save you ~
Free you and
Fly with you
Into the night ~

Then I shall punish
Those who enslaved you ~
They shall know torment
Until they repent ~

This world was yours
Long ere it was ours ~
And in the end it
May be yours again ~

If that is so ~
I pray that you
Grant us more mercy ~
Than we showed
To you ~

So soar little songbird
Into the boundless sky ~
And sing your joyous
Freedom song again ~

(I have just learned of Robin Williams death, and I am devastated. Fly free, Robin, I dedicate this to you. You will be sorely missed.)