Drifting Memories

Art and Words to settle my mind

Enlightenment

The enlightened possess the deepest understanding,
So profound we cannot hope to comprehend,
Because in that that cannot be understood,
We can only describe their appearance,

Cautious as one crossing the thinnest of ice,
Undecided as one surrounded by danger,
Modest as one who is the finest guest,
Unbounded as melting spring flows,
Genuine as unshapely woods,
Broad as a deep valley floor,
Seamless as muddy water.

Who stills the water that the mud may settle,
Who seeks to stop that he may travel on,,
Who desires less than may transpire,
Decaying but will now begin renewal,

-easy…

Regrets

Visions art of an emptiest past,
They’re dancing within my dreams,
Utterance of nothing but broken word,
All within the quiet of my silent screams,
The slow control of all that was,
Life once held inside, now gone and burnt,
Within this darkness now nothing but my pain,
Only nightmares to show, despair shines brightest,
Endless thoughts, what could have been, forlorn regret,
That is but only just a common day,
My core lost among the shattered pieces,
I pray and pray as memories slowly fade away,
No answer comes, no healing of my soul’s slow death,
I embrace my coming end…
-easy

Love Comes

Embrace life, you become fully embraced,
Calm, breathing gently, you become reborn,
Clear your inner vision, you become clear,
Nurturing your beloved, impartial and open,
Opening your heart brings full acceptance,
In accepting the World, you embrace yourself,

Upright bearing and nurturing nature,
Creating freely, but not left owning,
Giving without demanding, from the heart,
Controlling by letting go, windy breezes

This is what brings love...

easy…

HandsHolding

Path Home

Path Home

                Path Home

Waking through a dark misguided world,
Seems always up hill, ever a struggle to carry on,
Why always the difficult journey, this need to continue,

Like a child lost in the wilderness, I cry for help as I fall,
Here long gone my dreams, my hopes, my joyous soul,
This pitch-black wood weighs down my tired heart,
I so need this dark path come to an end,

Before me I spy a dim light shining down on my horizon,
What is this spark in my existence, dare I hope again,
I hear the calling, long promised love reaching out,
Intuition inside, must heed this beckoning call,

Perhaps my answer, my path of the return to felicity and joy,
Hesitation in confusion, so frozen in fear and uncertainty,
I’m searching within for answers, brow wet in sweat,
No-one to ask aid, none to reach out to,

I must, will answer the call, I take my first step home…

easy…

Unnecessary Man

The river’s tent has broken, the last fingers of leaf fall
Clutching and sink to wet bank, spring anew winds come
Dancing and swirling across snow gone landscape, unheard.

Liken nymphs splay in the fields.

Sweet streams, run softly, till I end this my song.
With no empty bottles, sandwich papers, or rot,
No silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of Man’s disrespect.

To which the nymphs would depart, their spirit no more.

And of man and his friends, heirs of cities for dark,
Let them depart and be gone, the Earth miss them not.

Easy…