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…

Twined Souls

Tender compassionate moments of the purest of bliss,
This new day blooms into being, cool wind gently caresses,
Dew glistens on the flesh wrapping your soul, I feel your love,
Desire for more of you fills me, I need you, I need to know your love,
You have become my reason for being, my very meaning to be,
Two as one, this a journey of soul, I love you to my very core,
Hearts entwined building this newest state of belonging,
Together, we are now complete…

-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

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…

Fight No More

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…

These Words
These Words

in honour of Soph’s passing

All night the clock ticked, and outside a moon like day,
And I, in the ravages of sleep, head on a stranger’s breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away….
In the false moon light, overwhelming grief in my happy bed,
An ocean of tears, set to undo joy’s rebirth.
I would not wake at your word, I had only tears to say.
I clung to the dream and they were my soul,
And let pain’s derisive hand had give me rest
From the night of living flame, and the darkness within.

We do not get over grief.
But over time, we do learn to live with the loss.
We learn to live a different life…with our loss.

Author Steve ’Easy’ Whitacre, 2005 (I originally wrote this for Mary when she lost her loving husband Ron, I thought I would re-post it now in honour of Sophia’s passing. RIP my old friend.)

Old Church
Old Church