What to Write and How to Bless
There are ranting words raving
to be written. Other quieter words
are waiting, serenely, patiently
on the subtle sideline to speak,
when their turn arrives. I turn
an eager ear to hear perchance
something profound, perhaps
even a remedy to the collapsing
vision to tranquility’s fall from
grace. And in that moment,
yes the one sitting next to
this happening right now
before our eyes, I rediscover
my old friend, sitting smiling
in the silence, nodding, even
laughing and now I get it.
New Day Sonata
As my fingers caress a forgotten
piano, alighting left and then right,
I find a sudden delight in this new day.
The lights have all been turned on and I feel
aglow. My ears turn as I hear sweet
sonatas being played all around the globe.
Our world as we know it has once again
shifted, experiencing an exponential
upward glide. Can you feel it?
My feet, your feet, dancing, sliding,
reverberating with new music,
never quite played like this.
Perhaps, our old companion ecstasy.
has made her long way back from the
abyss. Listen with me now, to the rising
pulse of a new sonata- as today is ours,
a new day to revel in one sonata after
In looking at you, I am seeing me,
only seven billion different faces-
peering out from the same eyes.
We are each unique, so many molecules
dancing upon the head of a pin, afloat
on this sea green-blue marble flying
way out in space. Yet, none of us has spun
off into oblivion, seeking oxygen to keep
our lungs in constant expansion/contraction.
Our feet rest upon terra firma, though many
of us may have lost the sacred sense of feeling
the ground beneath our feet. Listen, deeply
listen to our frequency. It is one and the same,
yet how many of us hear discordant notes
that bespeaks something different? Turn yourself
away from being tone deaf. Listen deeper again.
Suspend disbelief and listen farther than you ever
have before- into the sound of so many heartbeats
entrained to a simultaneous frequency.
Let your eyes gently close. See seven
billion souls at last swaying to the same
magnificent frequency. Listen. See.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.