Eternal Shores

The salty beach air was a familiar comfort.
Sitting on the sand was just as peaceful as
it had ever been. It was late afternoon yet
he sun had scarcely shown it's face. Grey
shrouded this day.

I have to sit still and close my eyes to listen.
I listen as intently as I can. I try to listen with
the whole of my body. I try to let vibrations
fill me and resonate. I try to see past vision.
Sound fills and consumes. Is this the first
vibration? The sound of creation? The first
sound and the last sound of this existence?
I open my mouth and let my throat create
a response. Primitive sound, first sound.
It merges with what has filled me. Now
we resonate in key. I slow my breathing
to match the unseen waves. It is here and
it is I as well. Created from this and to this
we will return. Time is the illusion. This
is forever. A present without end. Only
here. Only now. Only forever and ever.

Morning 5/28/17

Infinite garden
Flowers and trees
in eternal bloom
I walk through you
I am you as well

I wake into the cosmic
Stardust and matter
I am the universe
Together in this time
Together for all time

For now and forever
Forever and for now
Here as long as I can

Your fingers are the waves
caressing the strings into sound
rippling across distance

Living endlessly
I believe in this turning wheel
Sight beyond this body

Turn this body into ash
Turn the ashes into soil
Torn the soil into fruit
Live and die and live
again and again
Matter eternal

Searching for speech
Ways to say that
which defies the mind
and defines the soul

How can we create the love
that has been missing
that is needed so deeply?

Conversation

Son of an ancient soil
Why do you long so deeply
for a land in which you
were not reared?

I long to know what was
my birthright. To know the
stars and earth from which
my blood first sprang.

Soil is soil and the same
heavens are shared by
us all. Is there more my son
that you seek to know?

To know the self, to know
my self. That is the larger
understanding I seek to have.
Together a story is written.

Gaze upon the dawn or
the setting sun to know the
truth your ancestors and
those of all have known.

In that way I know we share
deep truths that are eternal.
Truths that will persist long
after my body is dust.

How peacefully do you rest
beneathe the sky of your
fathers and mothers? Does it
soothe you to be there?

I rest as though I am truly
at peace. The silence of night
and peace of morning, listening
to the birds sing from tree tops.

But are you soothed?

Yes, my heart and mind are.

I will tell you a truth you
have known, even if you
have never thought these
words to yourself:

You carry the sky and blood
of your land with you always.
From it arose your life. This
truth will be yours forever.

Between Now and Eternity

The space between now and eternity
Can best be measured as the length
Of an ordinary human life. I am here.

This cannot last. This will not last.
Illusion of endless time aided by a life
Of comfort free from primal hardship.

See beyond the ordinary. Laugh at
This expression of the mundane
Passed off as profound wisdom.

The ordinary will keep you from
Searching. It will bind you to the
Chair from which you are reading this.

How we react to the tension between
Extremes will define us.

The eternal lives of ghosts

wood turning to stone

silent petrification

eternal season

What keeps you waiting
Don't plan on eternal life
Act eternal now