Exaltation

Dazzling Genie, weaves scenes of wizardry

upon the dusty window of my gaze.

Champion of crazy crippled dreamers, lazily

giving wing o’er wondrous glades. Simple,

serene days; nights of stars, Moonbeams,

ecstatic serenades, mystics’ bliss.

My nightmares exchanged for a kiss of your majesty;

enduring pain relearns its place, energy

refocused by your trail.  Enthralled, at peace,

inspired by your tales of labyrinth space and time.

Honoured, awed by your divine gift, I become

at one

with grace

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Capricorn at December’s End

Quiescent  summit of hero’s mountain

soothed by view of waves, of distant heights.

Currents lift to flow, falling

to rise.

Symbols,

wisdom releasing

over transits of Time.

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What year has this been?

Wishes obtained, sustained, begun.  Deep inspirations.

Races run, sunsets framed, scintillating proclamations.

Bold, flirtatious masks; goal enhancing tasks;

reflection of cascading plans in sheltered flames.

Relaxing fun, happy laughter, expansive games.

Holding the best to memory; the rest let fade away.

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Increments of transitions, long, steep,

often discovered in critical obsessions,stored in

popular modern messages.  Hard to keep

up, in touch, aware of cards in play.

Unable to resist insistent caring.  Still weak, wary.

Yet, need to lean on panic’s crutch a bit less each day.

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Taking steps, stands, giving attention.

Over months and moments projects start, fit, flow.

Unknown unknowns less like monstrous black holes.

Mystery, magic, sage co-creators in ecstatic circle.

Familiar woes, stories of want, of work without

reparation, strangely dispel.

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When we all begin again

to resolve to evolve, to make a

better trade, more alive, less afraid

ready to dig in and build for blessing.

No prohibition, requirement of mission

denies desire’s essentiality to feed our greatest visions.

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What bright star might foretell

future resolution, fears openly quelled,

goals of hope in sight?

Beacons, blessings of a night, cold

yet comforting.  Season of projected light,

of ice and fire.

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night blooms

Come, say I!

Enjoy the desert night blooms —

rare, exquisite, alive.

Quiet, the primeval cold,

parched, freeze-dried.

No purposeful future

divined.

Old, alien

unmarked steps upon the Earth.

Stories spin …

unsettled,

lost from warmth.

I abide, seer within frigid landscape;

dry, clear, eternal,

to enjoy the blooming.

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Indigenous

Legend tells stories

we live

not in here and now.

Held in awe together,

grasping fact from fiction.

Once there lived a talesman,

a minstrel, a bard

intent on spinning chance found threads

into brilliant yarn.

Absorbing salient essence

ingested and exhaled, marking as a trail.

When mystic winds call to far-flung

shores, sailing outward, spreading,

infecting whole populations to evermore

clamor for bits of enamored soul

to capture, to hold for warmth.

Listen, o’ children, o’ brethren.

Ancestors enduring burdened journeys,

tuned weary steps to songs

of battle and adventure.

Our grails, our tasks,

our rhythms can be our own.

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Long Nights

That space between eternity and neverwas

— the difference engine

to keep each dreamer’s wheel turning

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Swirl multi-colored soft silk touch, face to face.

Splendid entrancement

to night’s promise,

remembering scents and sounds

secreted within.

Awakening alien eyes of wonder.

Falling from dream to dream,

we seem to be alive,

the source of will and power

to decide,

to describe.

Falling into habit, into easy lies.

In times of dream,

hours disappear,

will flies.

All those falls are scales

from what I called my eyes.

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Keeping stillness,

forsake frustration,

refrain from the pleasures of remorse.

Listen —

thought by thought.

Blossom on rain fragrance.

Birdwings streak,

creating sky.

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Boxing Day

Do not struggle with anger, my trust bled child. 

Give in to the luxury of ire and woe.

Dance to the music of bloodlust, fire, passion.

Avenge the angst of life’s attractions.

Get caught up in the lava flow,

burning to spend and leap without reserve.

Then, in sweet afterglow, in mild day’s reflection,

take in the view of battlelands subdued.

In this faded light, this settling Sun, aftermath of action,

take time and patience, eye of storm, tongue of meditation,

clear mind of wisdom to wish.

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This is a time for reflection, for giving to oneself

the gift of true acceptance, of self-stoked light, on fire, on energy

— forget reaching to appease or give, give, give to show your value. Take!

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Comfort and Joy

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Happy children

snug in our beds.

Visions of mistletoe above dream-filled heads.

Charmed slow motion sled glides hills

green and white.

Great blazing star overrides chill of night.

Smell, virgin snow, spice and roast,

pine laced fire.

Meet make-believe elves to tell

secret desires.

Delegation of peace, these moments

gifted with meaning,

lighthearted believing.

Merry ritual.

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Faery Dance on Mistletoe

Awhirl through heavenly ether,

joyous circling of Mother Earth.

Chiaroscuro costume festivity.

Laughter ringed to amuse

holy star of vitality.

Meanwhile, Ma and Pa

nestled under sugarplum charm

take respite from sighs of woe.

Deep treasure of love evokes, to

become re-aware,

dare shining moments.

Swirling radiance,

charged rhythms of orbital cadence,

call enchantment.

Fueled by faery dust

bright carols

guide us

on high exaltation.

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Serene ice flakes tumble.

Cold, clear-air euphoria reigns supreme.

Magical season.

Intensely felt reason

to celebrate

remembrance

of candy-cane smiles,

St. Nicholas drums.

Peaceful presentment,

and what we hope comes.

Coalescence of blessings

like tinsel-glow sprites dancing warmth

into this Winter’s night.

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Winter Warmth

 

 

On the longest night

How do you celebrate, commemorate

our nature? Living world dependent on

a circled star for light and warmth, for energy

to fuel our fate.

We bring our forests inward.

Ceremonies carry epic myth to shape

consciousness.

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Night walks for reflection.

Touches contours of Earth.

Cuddles dervish bevies of stars.

Night desires primal connection.

Eternity compressed, expressive spirits

too subtle to survive Sunlight.

Longer nights, stronger ties to sky lore.

Siren songs run along aspirant spine, instruct

your mind to widen, become open

to awe.

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December days go fast.

Light returns slow through

white horizons.  Darkening tones

feel appropriate companions.

Sparkling peace, alone in vastness,

at one with gladness.

Cold, gallant partner, urges closeness.

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Calm before pent up congregation.

Ready to pop Hallelujahs, surge

ecstatically.  World wide exultation.

Electronic connection.

Virtual warmth.

Past fantasies’ achievement.

We weave into future beliefs,

reach forward.

Accept and demand:

We are all in this together.

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Winter Ingress Ballet

Euphoria dances

an instant choreography of our conversation.

Her familiar rhythmic motion seems to keep

flow of thought musically cohesive.

We play at soliloquies,

interweave of dialog,

tangential themes, dissonance in

effective counterpoint, comic relief.

Euphoria enhances assiduously.

Rarely do we hear her voice, or need it

for eloquence.  These gabfests include all

who are present.  From each according to

individual style.  Tonight, to welcome year’s end,

we assemble to figure out this season of

stress and expectation.

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Euphoria falls into slump as if exhausted. 

A mischievous grin peeks from between

tumbled hair.

Her fingers float, mime symbols rising

on bare air.  She crawls into upward pose,

awaits our inspiration.

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Jester sarcastically Ho-Ho-Hos.

She bows, lifts his right arm to her

left shoulder, then deftly pirouettes

across the room.

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