Poems

The moon laid back, just half lit and gracefully drifting in the nights sky

Creating thoughts, of a cow jumping, and Miss Bo Peep, as it passes by

The stars dangling, blinking and twinkling, with nothing much to do

but provide some imagination, and thoughts of mystery,

all left up to you

And as you think, of what is happening,

as you peer to the heavens thereof

Wouldn’t it be fun, to find yourself, looking, down from above

Those whom are aware, may just close their eyes,

and travel as they feel

Without explanation of where they’re going, or explaining,

what they know as real

As part of Soul, an atom, within the family of God’s Love

Never feeling lonely, or alone, but together,

as coworkers, with the light from above

So if your wishing, to find a path,

with the guidance to dwell within your heart

Acceptance of the Mahanta, with protection given,

never to be apart

Let the ECK be your envelope, that you choose to reside

While accepting yourself, to be aware, and leave all else aside

Finding the beauty

Which drop will be the first to go, from clear and change to white, falling down from above, a chagrin to many, to some a delightful sight

It is the change, that we knew, would eventually come about

And then as suspected, there it was, left without any doubt

The mindset changes, as we prepare, with different clothes, and preparations

Things brought inside, tires changed, for the pending encapsulation

There will be times of celebration, of holidays and such

That come with winters onset,

Family, friends and others, soon to be in touch

The New Year beckons, as a time one might think, to make changes and resolutions

And the following months to test one’s patience, and one’s constitution

Days very cold, with the winds, that will surely bite the nose

A good book, while passing the hours, waiting for, spring to unfold

We are the hardy, of the north Midwest, and we’ve been here before

And for those, first time to experience, may say, “I can’t do this anymore”

Then as quickly as it arrived there is a glimmer of hope, and a subtle change

Glimpses of green, buds on trees, a new a time again, and hence to rearrange

Items put out, thoughts of new life, gardens that will be planted

To start it all again, within the new season, GODS gift that has been granted

So take the time that’s been presented, and enjoy its presentation

As a moment to take rest, and reflection,

Past, present, future, within contemplation

Plinking plunking pitter pater , sights of lightening and sounds of thunder

Thoughts of wonder, dreams of whatever, as GOD delivers ideas of wonder

Clouds dark, often billowing, passing by, over head giving warning.

With winds whipping, causing concern, sounds of sirens , that can be alarming

Calm inside, with eyes closed, will it be one of those storms.

Or just another passing moment, not to suppose, or ever to transform

And through the windows, into the night, as tears drip down the window panes.

The rain that feeds life outside, from GOD’S gift and what it contains

Where thoughts may stop, and evolve to nothing at all, or just to wonder, a chance to decide, without reason or merely just to ponder

Encapsulated within yourself, provided by the weather, a chance for an awareness, the thoughts of finite things and the idea of all the vastness

Allow yourself to feel the awe of GOD’S fabric, and of his designs, and sense an aura surrounding you that through the darkness his light will shine

The costume of the night

As little ghosts and goblins begin to roam the streets at night, all attired in their change

Some very young, that when at the mirror would scare themselves, and some fearlessly brave

Dressed as pirates and Superman, princesses and queens

Those whom were vampires, and ghosts who were sure they couldn’t be seen

Within their grasp held the bounty as they went from door to door

The fascination of gifts given freely, always hoping there’d be more

With pumpkins on the steps, webs that line the porch and a bat or two hanging around, so much to behold

With a candle in the window, an aura of its own, a woman dressed as a witch, giving candy, looking so old

It is one night that comes but once a year, for some to transform into something else

Mostly for the treats, and an occasional trick, to be something other than themselves

So be kind to them as their sometimes spooky glare, presents happiness inside

And offer them a smile, or a frightened look as if you are surprised

As the sun peaks out through wind swept clouds on a cooling autumn day

And brush’s gently upon the leafs, as their colors glisten from the rays

The leafs whom had fallen earlier now danced in a billow from the wind

Knowing that in the spring, that they would start it all again

Melancholy feelings, enter into the mind a fascination and a subtle calm

Understanding what lies ahead, will quickly come, before you turn around.

But for the moment let the beauty, that surrounds and let your senses flow

A gift given from GOD to enliven, the Love that is found in SOUL