A Smile

Music playing on the internet.
Joy in listening to something truly moving.
Melody touching the heart.
Words unknown. Not English.
But meaningful.
Words being music along with the chords.
Smiling.
Listening. Feeling. Believing.

Is God us?
Do we have the ability to transcend the banal?
Watching a child and contemplating.
Smiling.

A word stands out. "Von."
Not English but meaning hope.
Icelandic. The Sagas.
Soul touching. Soul Searching.
Perhaps there is hope.
Smiling.

The touch of a hand.
A word of comfort.
Feeding the hungry.
Leaving religion behind and being a true humanist.
A smile can change the world.

Waste of life

A kid was killed for a laptop at ASU. Shot. I wrote a poem about it.

gunshot
blood and pavement
life is worth what?

tears
dirt on a grave
hating to say goodbye

Memories
lost in time
What a tragic waste

A Poem

Yahweh looks on in disdain
El Shaddai will not accept

The mountain peak is my temple
The forest glade my cathedral

Ashera looks on and smiles
My Elat will never reject

My home is my sacred place
She dwells there

The Almighty turns his back
God has total antipathy

Golden Rule

Think about it.

The Journey Part 2

Wil remebered something. Was it from his past? Lloyd from a place called Lincoln in the UK. A long trek at a camp in Michigan. Circle Pines? So tired then but Lloyd had been a help. Physically and mentally. He needed another Lloyd but knew that wasn't possible now.

Wil forced himself to hands and knees. So far but he could see it now. A goal that might be in sight. No energy to stand. So he crawled. One inch at a time. Forward. Always forward.

Reaching the saddle brought temporary relief. He looked behind and could just make out the forest thru the swirling, dark clouds. How he made it this far alone puzzled him. Time and again he was ready to just give up.

Ahead also lay another great expanse. But instead of tumbled trees and jagged rock, it was rolling hills and he could see a lake or ocean off in the distance.

Wil rested for a bit more then started down. The way was easy. Not a trail but soft short grass. Bright green.

The hours passed and Wil again began to tire. Although the way was easier, he covered more ground. Driven to reach the far off shore.

The sunlight began to fade as the moon rose above the horizon. It would be dark soon but with the light of the moon Wil could continue on. He trudged along. So tired. So in need of rest.

the Shekhina

Music, playing soft. Mesmerizing, sensual yet spiritual.
How long had it been playing? Chords lifting, heart strings playing?
I had always been told that one cannot survive the presence spiritual.
I had given up praying.

But today was different. I had entered an ecstatic state.
Quiet, just the music playing. Yet I had come to hate God.
Why had I come here today? Trepidation filled, yet perhaps a touch of fate.
Can one moment actually change a person? What path would now be trod?

I opened my eyes and yet they were closed.
Light. Music fading into the background. Peace.
Was it a presence I sensed? What would be disclosed?
From what might I find a release?

Shekhina. Divine feminine. Is she who God really is?
Standing above. Reaching out. Beckoning.
A presence and psyche so different from His.
Asking with a mere look, hair flowing.

The smile, how could I say no?
Yet I stayed. I was not ready to go with deity.
And yet I knew the beckoning would go on
with or without piety.

Shedding old beliefs like worn skin.
Understanding that the true nature is acceptance and love.
How can one filled with hate let her in?
Awe struck as She disappeared above.

Music so soft. Lilting.
Bodies so smooth. Moving.
Eyes so bright. Watching.
Smiles so sweet. Loving.