Giving

Gratitude implies obligation

True happiness implies

free acceptance, grace.

Happy to embrace my natural rhythm,

elation, charismatic support.

I am in awe, a true believer,

not on my knees in supplication,

blissfully supine, open to grace.

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Thank you all for being

— as this contentious year unwinds

All the courageous reaching

to share caring and desires

All the fear, sickness and heartache

All the joy, infectious smiles

Acts in which our visions partake

displaying creative styles

Hear my wishes for a future where

convivial peace abides

You are so welcome, inspiring seekers,

in my life.

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Keeping safe

Keeping warm

Keeping grace, away from harm

Giving Hope

Giving Love  Giving Peace

Life as good

Life as fun

Life in love with every one

 Giving Peace

Giving Hope    Giving Joy!

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Every day of light and play

Every shining holy day

Opening our hearts

Making ourselves parts

of the living

of the giving

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I give my song to you, that we may sing as one:

Live in joy   Live in peace   Live in love

chironic verse

 

Chironic Vision Part I

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The future descends

from the fear-embroidered skies

the vision is of holocaust — when everybody dies

A new day is dawning, but is it sun or storm?

We have a chance to make our mark

but is it right or wrong?

The military marches

The anti-warriors too

We take our stand in battle

The many and the few

Spinning tales of magic, of wizardry and fate

We want to know just how it ends before it’s all too late

We sing our song too late

We right our wrongs too late

We want to know the date

To find a better fate

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Can I tell you?

Can I help you to know or understand?

Can I utter the words that will make you see me?

Standing here before you, I want to take your hand

to be swirled up into a magical dancing

to be taken to worlds of beauty entrancing

to give you the will and the wonder to set you free.

Can you see me?

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Plutonic Verse

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As long as it matters that I exist

As long as I’ve something to go back to

As long as there is a community of which I am an integral part

The rest is just details

And though “the devil is in the details”

So are the gods.

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One Hand Clapping

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Is a reflection in a glass,

like moonlight,

half empty or half full

or, like moonlight

filled with the stuff of dreams?

What is the sound of moonlight

dripping onto the earth

down a silver stair?

What is the demand of dreamlight?

Emotion spilling onto sand or clay,

roaring like soundwaves?

Light coalescing into sound into waves into sea?

What is the demand of sky of sea of fire

dripping through the twilight?

Reflections

half moonlight, half mind.

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Revelation

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Weave into the fabric of a tribe of artistic dancers.

Fall under the spell of pure magic.

Silent night, peace and cold

Imbue me with music

In ecstasy, I dance to the stars.

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