They come between dreams,
soft focus tails wagging,
whiskers electric,
the ones we have named,
wide-eyed refugees
we had carried home in cars,
or in our arms curled around
their trembling ribs.
They return like blood
to fill again a round vein
on the surface of sensation.
The tactile plasma
of Patch, Lucky, and Tigger
still checking our pulse.
Those 'pets' we once called ours,
who understand,
it is we who were once -
theirs.
TIME
Thought of all the seconds,
That went like a mist at dawn.
Tried to hold all the minutes for lifetime
But it flowed like water with no grapple
Waited for the hours of fortunes that I desiderate
As you are the sun that quenches every soul of an incarnate
But being in you can burn the spirits with fiery fire
Hastened to get rid of the all the days of stormy clouds
Disregarding the silver linings around them that one needs to count on
And learned that you are the equinox of every mortal
Hoped for the years to go right
never disappointed even when the right seems to be left
All the ups and downs you placed
All the love and hatred you showered
All the laughs and cries that I held
Trickled in the brink of the eye
Waiting for you at the edge of the door
where you passed like a breeze that never noticed
Awaiting all the moments to fill again
They come between dreams,
soft focus tails wagging,
whiskers electric,
the ones we have named.
Wide-eyed refugees
we had carried home in cars,
or in our arms curled around
trembling ribs.
They return like blood
to fill again a round vein
on the surface of sensation.
The tactile plasma
of Patch, Lucky, and Tigger
still checking our pulse.
Those we once called mine,
understand,
it is we who were once theirs,
once owned.
(John Day Fossil Beds, 2018)
Revisiting The Same Ground
Over and over again
I find myself returning
to the same thoughts, ideas, histories
but now with years more experience between
and years more depth
behind what were once words
so glibly recited.
Is this how we all learn,
parrots one and all, reciting
lessons, sounds, songs and jingles
until they somehow
take on meaning
filled with the substance of Life
which at every turn
fill again a little more?
Tide-like the mind moves
in cycles of night and day, wake and sleep
building layers which erode
but never really go away
layers which in time harden to stone
sedimentary then metamorphic
each supplanted by the next
in endless waves across endless generations.
And so we go
treading the same old ground
‘round and ‘round
haunted by glimpses of déjà vu
humbled by realization
we have been here before
without a clue
how blind we really are.
(10/19/23)
(Honeybee on apple blossom and honey harvest - praise bee!!!)
Extracting the Essence
When a honeybee makes honey
first she has to extract the nectar
flying about between various flowers
sipping their sweet juices
until her stomach is full.
Then it’s back to the hive
to add her tiny drop to a wax comb cell her sisters have drawn
and then off again, to fill again,
over and over until the cells are full.
And then the bees let it rest
(as they work on tirelessly to make and fill more comb).
And left to just sit, the partially digested nectar
slowly continues to digest, evaporate, concentrate
until now, thick and golden ripe it’s ready to cap.
So it is with spiritual practice
in whatever form
as we gather the nectar of teachings, extracting the essence
to let it rest in the heart of our practice
until, just like with the bees
it turns to honey,
an essence, in such abundance
that all we can do is share.
(10/13/2021, originally published in my 5th book of poems and stories, EXTRACTING THE ESSENCE, 2021)
Precious romance in paradise
A memory that damps the eyes
Lovely tune of charming love song
Played in the air for hours long
How can his heart forget her face
When her soul was his saving grace?
She's a star of the darkest night sky
That lifted his spirit high
She's the sun in a gloomy afternoon
That blew away his lonely tune
She quenched the thirst of his contemplation
She was the calm of his agitation
May the heat of her warm embrace
Fill again his empty space
So the heart that craved for long
Will play again his lovely song
In dreams they speak again,
soft focus tails wagging,
whiskers electric.
The ones we have named.
Those wide-eyed refugees
we took home in cars
or curled in our arms
fragile ribs trembling.
They return like blood
to fill again a round vein
in our thoughts.
Those we once called mine,
now understand, as we do -
it was we who were once theirs.
In dreams they speak again,
soft focus tails wagging,
whiskers electric.
The ones we have named.
Those wide-eyed refugees
we took home in cars
or curled in our arms
fragile ribs trembling.
They return like blood
to fill again a round vein
in our thoughts.
Those we once called mine,
now understand, as we do -
it was we who were once theirs.
In the golden rays of early morning
I watch you rise, kicking to the sky
Off to dazzle elsewhere
Exchanging notes in the distance
Acutely aware of my limitations
I watch you rise to the treetops
The feeder spinning, soon abandoned
The swelling buds soon to cover
Rest now and garner strength
After the long winter struggle
Ready for the gathering in
Hungry mouths to fill again
They come between dreams
soft focus tails wagging,
whiskers electric.
The ones we have named.
Wide-eyed refugees
we carry home in cars
or in arms curled around
trembling ribs.
They return like blood
to fill again a round vein
on the surface of sensation.
The tactile plasma
of Patch, Lucky, and Tigger
still checking our pulse.
Those we once called mine,
understand
it is we who were once theirs.
They see us now
as children see ghosts.
All the feels and even more
Are spilling out upon the floor
From my eyes, my mouth, my pen
They empty out then fill again
All these feels I’ve never known
Are finding in my heart their home
These strange sensations, could it be
That they were always inside me?
When the colors of sorrow fade away,
When the leaves come back to life,
When the shadows of the past finally lifts up,
When living went rife,
What an enchanted illusion,
Reality is, like a lullaby
For we are still children,
Grown enough to cry,
When the people start to love,
Another not because they are bound,
And life will be beautiful,
Like the ocean breeze and dulcet sounds.
For what life has taught us is,
More than we can soak in,
But the virtue of living,
Depends on all our sins.
When the colors starts to fill again,
When the leaves starts to fall,
When the shadows become people,
When living unheard the call,
What a surprise,
This life brings,
It indisputably lies ahead,
Like night after day
And morning after night,
If only it could stop,
And change the course of time,
Oh what a wonder that would be,
If life was played,
Just like a game,
And a game no to be won,
Loved cherished and understood,
For the same.
When people begin to leave,
And scars come back again,
When life is all about giving,
And it all is back to normal
Again.
Oh what a strange illusion
Reality is.
I want to cry
As my eyes fill with tears
and my heart breaks of pain
As i wonder what the future will bring
I sit and watch the rain fall hard
And I wish I was in the land of oz
A place to go and escape the pain
To play with mushrooms
rabbits and ram
But back to reality
The bills poor in and
here it is my eyes fill again
working myself crazy
wearing myself down until
I feel like I'm gonna drown.
There’s a space in
My heart
Since you’ve been gone
That my tears can’t
Wash away
And my thoughts won’t
Leave alone
You were always there
When I needed you
And it hurts so much
Not being able to
Be with you now
I keep seeing you lying there
Not able to talk
Not able to move
Only a shadow of my friend
Who brought so much love
And laughter
Into my world
I wonder what you’re feeling
And if you know how much
My heart is
Breaking
My love and prayers
Are all I can offer you now
So far away
And after all you’ve given me
That seems like
So little
But I can’t give up
Believing
That I will see you smile
And hear you laugh
Again one day
And that your beauty
And friendship
Will fill again
This terrible emptiness
In my
Heart
The Moon Will Rise
Flow & Ebb In Eyes
Memories Surge Like Tides
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
Desires-Deluge & Dreams Held Tight
Hopes of H20 – Depth & Honest-Heights
Falling Sparkles, Drop … Shimmering Bright
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
Moved By Flood of Full Moonlight
Unmasked, Immersed In A Moment’s Might
No Land of Love Seems In Sight
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
With Shell-Echoes of Deep Oceans
Swell and Swirl With Mixed Emotions
Softly … Salty, Secret Potion
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
A Lost Drowned Plea
Last Lighthouse Key
Long Voyage For Me
A Lone Ship At Sea
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
Wells and Wells, Drawn-Up Reborn
Washed Ashore In Liquid Form
Weakened In A Water’s Storm
Wave After Wave, Crashing Warm
Wet Wishes Caught In Whirlpools’ Arms
Castaway On A Cruise of Shark Alarms
… And The Sea Will Fill Again, Tonight
Yes, The Sea Will Fill … Tonight
Written & ©: 3/27/2012
By: The MoonBee
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