Glimmering hope comes,
A bright new world springs to light,
Life tis a wonder…
Easy ‘Haiku …’
Art and Words to settle my mind
For the sky sings out,
Gateway to the wondrous,
I bow humbly liken to trees in wind…
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,
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.
Fight ended, no more your lies,
No more the stress or tears
I bring it all to halt now, final
Once more lost Love before I sleep that final sleep.
From where these evil words let fly
From you, to I. Love denied
Harshest this debate, as Eagle and Hawk
And through all still, my Love doth hide,
I look and see you, once my dream
But holding anger and disdain
We will speak more now, hatred building
I try to hold it, subdue the feeling
Darkness descends on my mind,
What is it so false as the truth rarely is,
Else false to thee Love, is true plainly see
You, who never truly knew love, brought pain,
I now shun this fighting and stress, rebuild Life at last
With connection within me me, my life goes on…
As I put the dead tree in the garbage
My mind wonders over these past days
The glimmering twinkling lights
Now packed in boxes away
I wonder through a mind full of new memories
My heart warmed by the love that we share
Visions of faces, smiling and bright
As they dig through the treasure of gifts
The banter of voices, tallest tales told
A gathering of comfort and soul
Stories of yesterdays, once more brought out
More meaningful for already known
The lights may no longer twinkle
Brightly wrapped surprises now gone
But the treasures I hold are so real
These few blessed moments, together again
And knowing that I’m never truly alone……..
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 24th, 2007