The Spinning Span of Things Spun

A rainy day,

Mother darting down to feed

Her young chirp playful, eager

Hopeful life out in to the air

Wanting for their share

Guardian beaconing

Beady eyes unfazed disguising tenderness

Tactfully zipping

Tunnel vision

Eye on the prize

Nipping at soggy leaflets mashed up into ground

Of tree of life and sound

Betwixt

The metered squeaks of brood

The nature of this feud revealed,

Her cruelty, caution, motivational inspiration in this moment

Takes form in this smallest meal

To be had,

The object of desire,

Theirs and hers only because its for them she clenches tighter,

Wriggling reluctance

The prey, just that,

Lifelessly holding on

Without hands

Without hope

Soil wet and left behind

The find, its time unwinding fast now as if an underground tunnel overcome by unsuspecting torrent
whooshing in,

As the fodder, we are helpless
As the forager, we are fearless

As the forest, we are everything

Whispers the world, selflessly,

Though at times Her voice inaudible

Oft unheard through no fault of Her own

She speaks

Filling willful ears with wisdom,

Her winds speak of all these roles to be filled

Of all these lives to be lived to be killed

For this whole beautiful world to keep spinning,
Regardless of role no one's ever losing or winning,
She assures us that

We each, in our own way

Are everything,
Always have been,
That

We each, in our own way

Are nothing,
Always have been,
Just the same,
She gives us all Her love.

Hawks

Soar high

In life

Fly high,

Don’t be shy

Don’t worry wondering why,

Don’t let fears be food for thought

Don’t let ego be your prey lest you’ll get caught,

Keep love in your heart

Keep to the ground in your head

Listen to what is said and you won’t have to watch what you say,

Show natural compassion and you’ll find that you’re okay,

Watch what you’re fed

Fight for what you love most as if it is all that exists,

Protect your bed

Don’t be afraid to fly through the mist,

Put good things into your mind, body and soul

Cover up the black hole,

Open your heart,

The only void

A side effect of lack of focusing on all the right stuff,

Learn to recognize when enough is enough

When your greatest strength becomes your biggest weakness come to a halt,

Urge yourself inward to get at the root of the fault

As it lies with you,

As you’ve been lied to,

Stop lying,

Stop lying down,

You’ll find yourself fighting less,

Still, it’s never the mess

You make it out to seem,

The thinking man’s mind and the loss of the line between nightmare and dream

Where the two merge

Self submerged

In thoughts taken too far, too down deep in the canyon where hawks far gone squawk out for help,

Yelps echoing to and fro
Back and forth

Picking up momentum

Growing in force

Mind’s eye full of surprises,

An enabler at times for the mind seeking guises,

Take a look around

See again

Be what is true,

Know that there is no real threat unless the threat is you,

Come out of that canyon,

You alone know how it was once that you flew,

Walk beside your brethren fearlessly rather than run,
Soar high up above there is strength in the sun,

Look with love in your heart truly start anew,

Live for each second as if there were only a few.  

Wholeness (Love)

Song beat up

Down drums plunge

Souls dancing to perception

Feelings surface rise up and out

Bodies shout unspoken riddles

Read between the lines

Blue coil fades like magic

Surprise abounding, surprise,

The crescendo builds

Floating orbs the ceiling lit

The heart beats louder, faster,

More emphatic is the sound

Loosely planted are the feet,

A firmament, the chorus, the chaos,

A kiss between two lovers

A smooth groovy move,

Conjoined,

One less ceiling light,

One light bigger, brighter than before,

Maybe it’s just me,

Maybe it’s just me that feels this way when I’m with you,

The soul free to float off with the song

Floats to where it just belongs

My heart eager and fast thump thumps

Mind the pitfall halts before the plunge

Looking down now with the others,

Observing love,

Letting go.

Stepping Into Quiet

That first step out of the woods onto
Blacktop is where I find myself again walking free,
Society,
The environment real,
In a hazy dream surreal
The appeal
Its feel peeling away truth
Sparking up desire for more
For more of it
More of you,
Consuming my soul
Urging me on
Inward
Far gone
A retreat, a regret it is not
Rather something I accept, nonetheless
This feeling
My being
Of here
Though not really being
Wanting for there
(Perhaps I will come to regret)
For a share in that crisp, cool air
Inhale just another drink from that
White cup everlasting, beauti-
Ful trees blowing fierce,
Gales ripping through my song
Sung across time
That which experience has shaped and defines,
Wisdom to the wind
I search for more
Where earlier it had been,
Blown away by the sheer force of a single moment,
Racing,
Digging deeper
A reaper of self
Threatening to banish,
Inside out skin slither spine shiver
Reflections I see in the faces of others seeing me
As someone other than myself,
Their faces say it all
Distance speaks to me,
As I have grown distant,
On call my needy brain waves reverberate back to nothingness, no substance there, nothing to these thoughts besides the push and pull of over thought,
Me wrought flimsy pipeline to nowhere, circular,
The people never come for me,
I call it love,
Malleable, experiences shapes,
Their humanity and my own free me up,
Olive branch of my self
We each built up out of experience,
Built up and beaten down by the self and those in our likeness,
The easy breeze,
Curtains closing on this ugly show,
Desire fades,
A whisper,
Nothing left
But this moment,
No regrets.

Please Read

Hello Everyone,

Today I am honored to share with you all the published (!!!) writings of the amazingly sweet, compassionate, funny and talented Olivia Zino. I am privileged to know her on a personal level, and can truly say her beauty shines inside and out, as do her words and thoughts when put down on paper. Please read and enjoy http://www.elephantjournal.com/2013/05/taming-that-brambling-fires-tap-into-your-inner-peace-a-poem-olivia-zino/ . Thanks!!!

World Beam

One dying tree
Amongst thick lush green
Other trees not as sparse
All part in parcel of this farce
Carcinogens, an invisible cloud
Everywhere shrouds
To rest these truths
On in the ground
One dying tree
Amongst thick lush green
One white flower
On one empty barren branch
Budding, teeming with life
Beaming rays cut through the strife
Seen and unseen
One white flower inside of each and every one of us
In nature, plain for all to see
This one white flower
Visible
Her beauty indivisible
This world still liveable
Still loveable, you are to me. 

Life

Find your own lullaby,

Go on feel the gentle rock of resting heart,

Relax,

There is no end in sight

Inside the tranquil mind on this great night,

Breath is yours

And you the air

So go ahead release your cares,

Caress the soul

With healthy flow of blood

Calm, warming thoughts

Deep, loving tender,

A beat you know inside and out-

Doors drums, will open to the sound as sweet as ever

Vibrant energy of the self

Out into the world,

Very fiber of each and every livelihood

Zestful spirit that soothes the throat

Coats internal course

And if we cannot speak

Ensures there is only love and not remorse

Even in silence it is a force

Never forcibly thrust

Though still one that not only survives but thrives,

Staving off disease,

Transitional ease appeasing the rustling leaves,

Seizing up land the self shan’t ever cease

To exist,

Cleaving through the underbrush and trees the key

To clearing space for a palace that pleases

The self,

The world happy to hear from other selves,

Happy to see books filled with notions of worldliness, great cuisine and culture put back on the shelves,

History, a creation,

The individual,

His or Her greatest creation,

Not only a creator

But a teacher

Nature a howling preacher

Featuring the furry fellow up a two story tall tree

An axman at the foot weary on his knees,

Each individually bringing unity

Plain to see

The self composed

Of virtuoso viscocity

Rich and thick

The world as if a cupping body to hold,

Shift, move with the ease of a gentle spring breeze,

The essence of each person, the true self,

Perfection,

A blessing

The bigger picture backdrop resting

Grand scheme undressing

Unabashed, unlashing false eyes

Seeing for the first time,

As if awoken from a dream

Somehow lesser than this, the real thing.

Treatise

Looking around, everything has stopped,

Not frozen

As time still ticks,

Does not bombard as if an avalanche,

Rather drips clear from the end of an icicle

Having seen its last days,

No longer worrying

What if I should be seen in this way—

Watery,

Strength in its weakening

Perception oft death in defiance

Of counterbalance,

An ill-picked fight,

Give in

Just a little

And so will I—

A summer snow cone

In the right hands,

A child’s sticky fingers

A smile,

The napkins coat and cover

Mom pulls from her pocket more

Squeezing water from a bottle

Vigorously brushing, scraping, patting down,

A smile,

Sometimes all it takes is a smile

To lay us down,
Make it stick,

Let us love again.