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Battles

The Warrior and the Fool

Stand face to face

Fool red faced and screaming

Warrior stands still

One hand on the weapon

Fool waving arms blustering

Rage rage rage

Draws weapon raving waving

Telegraphing every movement

Warrior draws

Knees slightly bent

Watching waiting

Fool is rushing swinging wringing

Metal upon metal

Fool wearies with ill timed attacks

Warrior deflects, defends, conserves

Fool attacks clumsy and fatigued

With a single strike

Warrior scores fatally

Nothing changes

Warrior remains steady

Weapon cleaned and sheathed

Unhurried

Implacable

Waiting for another warrior

To offer a challenge

Worthy

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One Day, I Wandered Away

I drifted off on a warm summer breeze

There were no good-byes or tears to cry

Like the turning of a page to a new chapter

A different place, a new life, a strange way of being

Above the roads and trees and lakes

Floating higher than the birds and planes

Gravity holds me down no longer

Pure spirit in the world beyond

Am I alive or light or energy

Am I you and me and all that is

All that could be

Every potential disaster

Every possibility of joy

I hear you speaking to my home

But I have gone away

I’ve grown

I’m the tree standing in the forest

I’m the placid calming lake

I am the tallest mountain

The fastest winding snake

You ask me if I heard you

That and one million sounds as well

The scraping of the seam against my shoulder

The sock against my ankle shouting

That fly around the ceiling light is buzzing

Light hits a dust mote like a drummer drumming

I know you

And your violent ways

I’ll come back when you are finished

And speak gently to each bruise

One day I’ll take my body with me

One day I wandered well away

One day I was through with you

You melted in the river

Dissolved into the sea

You’ll never cross my path again

On that day, I will be free

So long now, I’ve been free

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All the Lights

The starlight shrouded by clouds

Submerged in the glow of the moon

In the deep night singing

Not a note can be taken back

A bridge crossed

A path walked

The pace is changing

In the following hush

There is a moment pristine

An untouched stream

Sparkling in the sun

A memory of things

Which have yet to occur

There is a far away dream

A step closer to the next

Obstacle

Opportunity

Opening

The forest still calls

Mysterious

As dawn arises with the birds

A curious cup of coffee

A sense of wonder

Delightful

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Curving

It’s become a way of life

Changing direction

Fate is playing fickle

With my life

Destiny is peering closely

Moving the markers

Removing resources

Adding new elements

There’s no anger with the losses

A sorrow of losing what’s been

Left behind

There’s hope and renewal and optimism

Amidst the frustration and angst

If life settles again

Will I miss the adventures

The stories

The trouble

Someone must stir the pot

Of complacency

Blending the old with the new

The past with the now

No time for stewing

A long hard look at options

Decisive choosing

Another meal, another night

Another triumph, another fight

Struggle is always a part of this life

I weave in the joy

With a practiced maneuver

I’ve been on the mystery path

Not like this one at all

Full of unknown curves

Limited vision

And a pocketful of dreams

Listen

You can hear the changes

Tempo, keys, all laden

With a new song for a new day

Played in a new way

But for how long

Dancing to this beat now

Dancing to this beat now

For now for now for now

Let the future be there

When it arrives I won’t be ready

Even if I’m prepared

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Pivotal

Right here in the now

Spinning

The turn may be sharp

Take care

An unforeseen development

A change of direction

The sudden introduction of

New information

A decision made which changes

The landscape

A heart opens in a dark place

Light streams out

Love blossoms like flowers in mid-summer

Listen closely

You can hear the thrum

Chance and change

Keep your eyes open

Wisdom close

The light will show you

Which way to go

It’s always love

Love

Which lights the path

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Sun Rise

Little flickering candle flame

I see you

Holding back the dark

I watch you grow

See how life tipped you over

Almost snuffing out that fragile flame

I see the spark catch as you become

A fire burning through the debris

Those before you left behind them

From this distance, I float

Enthralled as your slow burn

Raging and ebbing

Creeps across the wasted lands

Breaking open seeds long dormant

Waiting for the heat of your existence

They call you wild and run from your path

The world burns with your passion

The collision seems slow

Burning worlds you and her and him and them

Smashed together by happenstance

Igniting

Galactic conflagration

Burning star giving birth

To satellites

Meta-you becomes the center

Of the solar system

I watched the sun rise

Where a candle once burned

Small against encroaching darkness

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Plastic Molded

How dumb, I think

That this plastic form and lid

Should be what I have here

Here in front of me

A dilemma that should not be

Unanswered call

Unanswered text

And an empty piece of plastic

And its lid

I’ll donate it, I think

I’ll drop it by

No, I can’t do that

No more messages

2 is plenty

Too much probably

An avalanche

I’ll give it to someone else

I’ll keep it

I definitely should not be

Should not be

Should not be

Still thinking about these pieces

Of formed plastic

Molded to fit together

Perfectly

What a dumb poem, I think

About storage containers and fate

When people are not static

They are

Growing and changing

I have already changed

Become a little more myself

A little more healed

A bit more healthy

Of him there is no word

Not a glance back then

To the donation pile

Without regret

Where someone who needs

That can pick it up for cheap

I have too much anyway

Too much on my plate

Too much on my mind

Too much to do

And not enough time

I am not static or made of plastic

I am growing and changing

Healing and hoping

I can let go too

And be a little nicer to myself

Nice poem, I think

About plastic containers

And fate and love

And the little things that get

Left behind

Unnoticed

Until it’s time to tidy

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Weapons of Soil

We turned the earth over in rows

Removing rocks

Breaking chunks of clay

We composted the past and stirred

When they came for us

We marched and toiled

Longing for the days of seeds and

The times we had hoped for rain

It’s not our battle we fought

We were turned over the earth in rows

Weapons of soil

Carving territories

Engraving lines to define

Our stained hands longed for the dirt

For something simple and straightforward

We fought to return home

When we got there we found it was gone

Weeds and salted earth

Barren

The trees majestic were stumps

The wood turned to ash in fires which

Never warmed us

So we huddled next to the ruined forest

Weeping in the cold

Would that the story be over

How we persist in misery

Roaming to find a fertile place

A peaceful pond or

A clear flowing stream

Something to nourish us

Something to nurture us

Someone to welcome us with our ghosts

We put hand to blade and hand to plough

The work is never done

The work is never done

The light sparks and sputters

We sing to the tinder

Until the soft winding smoke wisps

Into a frosty night

Small flickering flame rising

Here come the horns and flute

Thundering hooves and the call of an owl

Weapons of soil gone feral

Wild in the wood

To create something new

To bring forth that which was left behind

When we left the wilderness

The spirit wells like a rising river

There is a surge as the tide rushes to shore

The moonshine insists

The sun never relents

The face of the earth changes

We turn the earth over in rows

Composting what we once had needed

To grow a fresh crop

From new seeds

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Dig Out

Push aside the rubble

Of that collapsed life

How it crumbled down around you

Buried you under all you could not do

The beams across your legs

Fallen structures in your mind

All the expectations that they told you

Held treasured happiness unkind

Crawl away from every moment

Tangled ankles tightly wound

The edifice of other’s imperfect ideation

Of a life of satisfaction

Would not stand firm around the fire in your soul

You burned it down

Smoldering and crumbled

From the ashes you have rumbled

To wander and to search now

For something ethereal and true

Far out of reach

Not well defined

Balanced on the wire

Of uncertainty and exploration

Through mists of dreams anticipation

Don’t look back

Don’t look down

Each step takes your full concentration

Until you reach new ground

Blaze the trail through mystery

Among the trees of wisdom

Revive your spirit

Drink deeply from the clear calm lake

Of peaceful contemplation

You were meant to wonder

Your were meant to question

You are here to redefine

You are here to realign

Leave the ruins there

To be covered by the vines

Let the past be fallow

Plant your dream into the wind

All your intentions changing patterns

Circle thrice and say the words

Singing chanting writing

The world is waiting for your voice

For your stepping into power

Dance the dance that’s dancing

The music of your life

Something greater than yourself

Is emerging

Calling you away from strife

One more step and you can fly now

One more turn and you will soar

The wings that you’ve been growing

Snapping open

Stretching wide

Fly up with me, my friend

We meet again outside of time

We meet again outside of time

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Hibernation

Calling back that vital force

(it’s life)

Snugged into self soft and tight

(it’s life)

Condensed and quiet beating heart

(it’s life)

Withdrawn in song and strife

(it’s life)

Steady centered solo sleep

(it’s life)

To lick the wounds and rest

(it’s life)

Await for spring’s warm breath

(it’s life)

Ghostly shading forest paths

(it’s life)

Silent midnight flying owl

(it’s life)

Bring wisdom to my dreams

(it’s life

From rain to creek to river stream

(it’s life

Torrents of cleansing water sheen

(it’s life

New sprouts to burst again

it’s life

While winter freezes over

This heart a little worn

Will rise slowly in the rising sun

Will increase pace and run

I touched the sun

How dangerous

I touched the sun

How droll

I sleep through winter cold

And in the spring unfold

I live in my imagination

For this season, hibernation

For this reason, incantations

Chanting gently through the night

It’s life with suffering and pain

It’s life with joy and happiness

Cycling through the ever changing

Landscapes of this life