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The Music of the Bells

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For the full effect, click on this link to hear the musical inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSqYO0wym8M

I stand at the edge of the woods ~
Trying to see into the darkness
Of the forest ~ as the music of the bells
Rings in my ears and my heart ~
Falling invisibly round my face and hair
Like showers of crystal ice and fire ~

I follow the trail of candles that
Suddenly appears between the trees ~
Beckoning me ever deeper ~ calling me
Into the mystery and the magic ~
The beauty of the music still thrills
My spirit to its core ~ and I am moved
And shaken ~ and stirred to depths
I did not know my soul possessed ~

The grace of special moments
Such as these ~ is that they take you
Higher than you have ever been before ~
Unable to fall back to where you were ~
And longing to fly higher ~ steeped
In beauty and in light and love ~

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The More We Know

Great Math Mystery download

Recently my son sent me a PBS video (link below) on the topic of a “Crisis in the Foundation of Mathematics”. This is because he knows of my interest in the subject, despite my rather rudimentary understanding. The spirit is willing . . .

I found the narrator to be lively and intelligent, and I could tell she was dumbing-down her talk considerably. Nevertheless, she lost me about two minutes in (and that’s being generous), but I persevered till the end, and I found her conclusions fascinating.

It amuses, but does not amaze me, that yet another of the ‘concrete’ pillars upon which our science rests, has turned out to be as ephemeral as the others. Our math has no solid foundation, our Cosmos is made up of mostly dark matter and dark energy, whose existence we can prove only by the observance of their effects on that small percentage of ‘normal’ matter we can actually see.

Similarly, we do not understand how electricity works, nor gravity, without which we and all else would cease to exist. We stand on an Earth which appears solid, but which at its fiery heart is as alive as we. Witness its constantly shifting tectonic plates, volcanic eruptions and vast storms. Mere miles stand between us and the pitiless, cold vacuum of space, from which we face daily threat of extinction by meteor. Clocks and calendars measure our hours and days and years, but at any significant distance from our planet, they have no relevance. What is time, for instance, to a Cosmos which measures its existence and its distances in infinities.

Such a lot to think about, on a Wednesday morning.


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Missing Persons

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You listen to me
With an air of faint distraction ~
Sometimes I wonder
If you’ve heard a word I’ve said ~

It’s obvious it’s not my input
Or approval that you’re seeking ~
Your mind’s made up and
That is definitely that ~

I miss the you I used to know ~
As far as that goes ~ I miss me ~
We used to have such fun before
We lost our spontaneity ~

When was the last time we did
Something wild and foolish ~
When did I last surprise you
Or you me ~ and tell me

Does the new you ever think
About the old me any more ~
Where did the sweetness go ~
Where did the time ~

Although we swore we’d never
Let our story come to this ~
It happened in such tiny
Incremental unregarded steps

We didn’t notice ~ or we pretended ~
But now it’s in the open ~
Our cards are face up on the table ~
I wait only for your answer ~

I am all in on the side of love ~

 


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Mutability

 

Roaring fire

I watch the way the flame
Changes the wood
The smaller pieces writhe
And twist and then surrender
To their appointed fate

The logs are dry and soon
The fire claims them
From within ~ till
What was once so solid
Has turned to weightless ash

They say that matter cannot
Be created or destroyed
But only changed in nature
Ice to liquid or to gas
Solid flesh to spirit only

What they call science
I call magic ~ I cannot
Think of it in any other way
Perhaps it’s just the language and
Not the logic that divides us

Where you call gravity and fractals
And cats which either live or don’t
All scientific questions
To me they are the stuff of magic
Gifts of a whimsical Universe


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I Hear You

I Hear You

Eyes have caught and held
And kingdoms have been
Won or lost
Hearts have spoken
Without a single syllable

The language of our bodies
Is older than the spoken word
And even now
In these days of instant
Communication

When our devices ping
And chirp and call out
To us even when we sleep
We read each other’s bodies
And we understand


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The Homecoming

 

Crying Woman

On a recent trip back home
To visit family and friends
I asked my niece for a drive
Through my old stomping grounds

I guess I hadn’t thought it through
Perhaps I thought that it would be
The same as I remembered ~ and so
The changes caught me unprepared

We drove through areas where
I had lived and worked and played
They say you can’t go home again and
Of course we all know that’s not true

But that doesn’t mean you’ll know
Where you are when you get there
I could have been anywhere ~
St. Louis or Omaha or Houston

I’m not a crier ~ I never was
Yet there I was ~ fighting to
Keep from bursting into sobs
Dizzy and disoriented and confused

The city is so much taller now
Unfamiliar and familiar ~ stand
Side by side or have simply
Vanished as if they never were

That was Tuesday and it’s Friday now
And I’m still working through my feelings
I feel as if my history is disappearing
There are so few who would remember me

And I’m left feeling whiny and ungrateful
Although I’m truly thankful for my new life
Perhaps it’s that it seems to be a foretaste
Of how it will be when I am really gone


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The Lady and the Wolf

Lady and the Wolf

The great wolf howled
From the woods today ~
I sense him there in the
Shadow of the trees ~
Hidden from view
But intently staring ~
Watching my window
With his golden eyes ~

I draw the silken curtains
Tightly closed ~
But every time I dare
A cautious glance ~
He lifts his head
As if to taste the air ~
He is seeking a rare
And elusive scent ~

Will tonight be the night
I follow him? ~
I hear him calling to me
In my mind ~

And still I am torn
Between two worlds ~
I’ve resisted so long
But I grow weary ~
Tired of denying
My heart and my soul ~

Tonight I will shed this
Clumsy human flesh ~
And I will run
With my savage love ~
Under the pendant moon
Of harvest gold ~

(Originally published May 26, 2011)