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Whirled Piece
Piece by piecing
Peace by peacing
Conflicts fleeting
Moments briefing
Fitting blessing
Equities abiding
Enduring circles turning
Finally sitting
Fragile sending
Life forgiving
Efforts ascending
Intentions intending
Blending and allowing
Whirling and connecting
Pieces peacing
One Whirled
One whirled
Two twirled
And three clung to the tree
Until an unbelievable wind
Pulled and twisted with a persistent bend
Breaking the wood and
Falling as hard as it could
Down and onto the ground
Fast as the bottom is found
Beside the two that twirled
And the one that whirled
Old Whirled
This is the old whirled
Ancient twirls and promenades with the breeze
Familiar ways of bending the trees
Those first eyes wondering at the stars
Those first feet wandering over the horizon
Those first songs cast on the wind
These old whirled thoughts brought
Whether they work or not
Through the seasons, clung to like good reasons
These old ways held close
Rather than let go
Nothing tried, nothing else to know
A tradition of failure lures us on
The names may change but the wars are the same
They are never too short and much too long
It is the same old whirl
The same old song
Pieces Fitting
Pieces fitting
Naturally falling into place,
Feeling the seasons pass
with gentle slow hands
That touch deeply and soundly,
almost silent and nearly twilight.
One eye dawn and the other dusk,
Both eyes open to the stars
and closed in their dreams.
Always fitting.
Pieces Turning
Pieces turning
My inside over in the sun and cool air,
over in the wind,
and over to my day.
My outside falling aside,
beside my shadow,
inside my sky that opens for me,
and held like the colors fast turning
their eyes to my eyes,
holding hands with the breeze,
and turning.
Falling Together
Falling together
Falling apart
Falling like leaves
Like light
Like fragile hearts
Destined to the ground
after almost flying
More like slowly falling
No wings for our hearts
only gravity
Together we fall
Falling apart on the slight breeze
Might as well be a strong wind
sailing our hearts
Falling together
Falling apart
Falling like leaves
Like light
Like fragile hearts
Into Place
When moments find a time to be
and arms find someone to embrace.
When leaves leave a tree
and find the air
with a breeze's trace.
When questions find reasons
and answers spin into more queries,
and consciousness finds expression.
When memories expand like a little universe
held like a leaf in one's hand,
fragile and fleeting like an illusion.
When puzzles shift into place,
and there is no space between you and I,
no past, no future, only now.
When science learns to laugh
and love is an equation that learned how
If Poems Fell
If poems fell from trees
Perhaps like the tumble of leaves
Overlapping words find their place
Constellations arranged in space
Like light falling into our eyes
Fleeting flights of wings try
To stay aloft and eventually find their way
To the ground where poets say,
"If poems fell from trees
Perhaps like the tumble of leaves."
Seriously Happy
Be severely happy
and joyously intense,
until you are a light
and a gentle breeze
brings you falling
toward gravities' bed
to rest slowly
Be naturally exhilarated
like a trout
flowing with the current
and a bird
catching the updraft.
Be like a human laughing
at something really anthropological
using your intellect
to make the fire
in your soul.
Rub your
choices with your integrity
and spark.
Making the Sky (100 Blue Birds)
May my song be heard like a prayer,
Sung in the heart
and through the air,
From me to you and all around
Flying through the sky
or standing on the ground.
May the heart of my sentiment be known.
May my mind feel the edges of the sky
and fly beyond.
May the instinct of my soul be as birds flown.
Dancing with the Sky
When I was a child I understood the magic
Of being part of the sky
Being not articulate
I could not explain
How the clouds sail and fade,
How the birds flew or sunshine was made
Being a person of the ground
Looking up to the blue and stars
Is a fish a part of the water
and a bird a piece of the sky?
I was tied with strings to wonder
Like a kite held by dreaming hands
By a thin line, as long
As it understands
Rising With The Fall
Searching for a sign
Looking for an eagle to fly
Watching the sky
First hearing the sound
A shadow sliding across the ground
An experience found
Flying over me
With moving air flying to be
An ancient tie that bounds our hearts to autonomy
To hear the chorus
And sing along with everything in us
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