Poetry and micro-stories

Clare’s Vision

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(Vision-  my digital music)
Holding within her artistic nature
a painter’s palette of perceptions,
a child-like artist awakened in wonder
to see sunlight softly stroke
the early morning sky.
Still placed on heaven’s canvas
the Moon shone more brightly than she’d ever seen before
in such celestial paintings of the dawn.
She gazed through the clear glass window,
lost in reflection of the lunar image in her sight.
In a single magical moment her vision changed
and she was the Maiden Moon entranced
by the transforming view.
Now she looked upon radiant and regal Mother Earth
dressed in her elegant gown of blue and white
being lovingly embraced by infinite Father Space
wearing his tuxedo of black and light.
Together they danced to a rhythmic arrangement
of energy frequencies created by Spirit’s Love.
Awe filled Clare’s Lunar Soul
as she listened to this symphonic Music of the Spheres.
In tune with the Universe then,
she felt the Creator Spirit’s joy
in manifesting this divine, cosmic art…
creation evolving creation evolving creation…
Finally Clare returned to her limiting senses
just awakening to the mysteries above.
The mystical memory returned whenever she painted,
remembering how the Creative Spirit
transformed the art and artist into one.
April,1999 revised May,2004

Blue Values

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They met in the tranquil blue frequency
of calming rhythmic sound and soothing light—
blue flowing over them gently like a cool breeze,
a balm for their minds and hearts
in need of inner peace.
They found each other in the world of dreams,
that magical freedom-realm of a different reality.
There, she opened her eyes feeling refreshed
from the serene solitude of quiet contemplations,
meditative-blue spiritual insights,
and trusting prayers of gratitude.
She discovered herself resting in an ethereal garden
filled with bright blue delphiniums
reaching upward with all their being to the heavens
and pale blue forget-me-nots
humbly beautifying the jewelled soil.
When he approached her in his starry astral body,
she heard the music of flutes and wind-chimes,
smelled the fragrant scent of cedars and pines,
and felt her heart grow still with wonder
seeing blue star-sapphires in his shining eyes.
An aerial kiss of electric blue energy
descended from above, touching each sparkling brow
before penetrating their welcoming hearts.
They stood entranced by this blue fire
that now burned so radiantly within them.
Here was the hope of realizing
their most valued desires and dreams—
truthfulness and trustworthiness,
honesty and honour,
loyalty and loving-kindness…
The shared memory of this vivid dream-vision
awoke them to what could be,
and each vowed to make it so…
February,1997 revised April,2004

The Loon

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A black and white vision of solitude on a lonely lake,
the loon moved silently on the still water
surrounded by the mysteries of the early morning mists.
A battered canoe glided into sight,
piloted by a human male whose appearance
likewise declared a love of wilderness and solitude.
The man’s searching eyes disclosed
a shining clarity of thought miscalled madness
for want of understanding by those who judged him so.
Society had shunned him as he had shunned
the mad cruelties and rigid intolerance
of outdated, unevolved social structures.
The loon instantly recognized a companion of spirit.
With wings outstretched in a universal sign
of respectful acknowledgment and acceptance,
he voiced his shrill, reverberating salute…
The loud, clarion call haunted the visionary atmosphere
through which the poet followed his quest.
While alarming more fearful creatures, this call
stimulated the predatory instincts in other hungry listeners.
Inspired by the amazing power of this peculiar poetry,
the human echoed the lyrical call with gratitude.
Then, in silence, the loon moved further up the lake
exploring the mysterious mists beyond—
the mists he loved and could not fear.
April,1992 revised May, 2004 February, 2006

The Mating of Snails

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Longing For (my digital music composition)
I’m slowly dying away
these long and lonely hours
waiting for you, Eduardo, my almost lover.
So near, and yet so far,
this snail-paced almost love affair
tortures me with tempting promises,
aching fantasies, and bittersweet betrayals.
Whenever I imagine
the unspoken slow pleasures
of our chemical bonding
and mingling energies,
I feel the barely restrained
naked aggression waiting—
waiting in some elusive
time-warped dream.
There I’m suspended in deep desire
as I grasp at slow-motion visions
of what could be.
I dream that we glow in the magic
of transforming love energy,
the catalyst of our lives.
Is this catalyst just beyond reach?
I’d prefer to watch snail races
and digital clocks
than be your collector’s hobby
or a substitute side dish.
Will we always live in a world
of anticipation
landscaped with question marks?
So near, and yet so far,
waiting for you, Eduardo, my almost lover.
February,1998 revised May, 2004

Vision of a Sacred Circle

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(Vision-  my digital music composition)
A circle of golden light appeared
before my wondering eyes
and ’round that sacred ring I read
…ONE SPIRIT…ONE UNIVERSE…
…ONE WORLD…ONE HUMANITY…
…ONE SPIRIT…ONE UNIVERSE…
…ONE WORLD…ONE HUMANITY…
…End joined to Beginning…
…an all-encompassing Circle of Oneness…
to which I wed my heart and mind
in joyful, loving celebration…
Like bands of gold and olympic rings
and countless sacred circles here,
souls announce their Unity
as parts of a Greater Whole
with Oneness as the source and goal.
January, 1993 revised May, 2004 , January, 2006