The Hermit Chronicles: Aimless

“The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet 
and greet unknown fate.– O. Henry
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In the early dawn, the dark and the bright birth
My silver cage flew open, and I wandered,
Aimless
 
In the cool of the morning, the placenta of night
My foundling feet find rhythm, and I wandered,
Aimless
 
In the heat of noon, the umbilical light a rage
My downy wings grow furious, and I wandered,
Aimless
 
In the dying day, the flower of life now closing
My infant dreams lay in grasses, and I wandered,
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Second Hand

“Of course there had been clues. A bite of the lip. An indrawn breath. Wrinkled brows and shrugged shoulders. A few false starts at conversations about work and balance, but the real alarms should have gone off when all of that faded.”
Zoe York, Between Then and Now 

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With the wind she tickled the grass

conducting music in the sand

She came, she went, with all she did,

she did in the second hand

Just another throw away, moved from

trash can to trash can

Coming to pick me, broken, used, always

holding the second hand

Lines of age with gray that casts away

at once I understand

There’s always a way for love to free

me from the second hand

Taking those clocks and finding a way

to trash the limited man

Time is the victim she said to me,

it’s killed by the second hand

Hours in the great divide, no worries,

content with just a stand,

In the present we all can feel the touch

of the second hand

Released – Finding a way beyond inhibition

“The ultimate is finding a place where you have no inhibitions, nothing to hide, where you can learn with one another.”Jennifer Aniston 
 
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I’ll guide you through your inhibitions

To secret places beyond skin

Slaying your fears and laying them at rest

Released to abandon within


Drop your fetters they’re unable to keep you

Rising on heated drafts of sense

Plunging deep beneath waterfalls of escape

Servants of winged concupiscence


All your life woman, longing to aimlessly run

A doe in grasses frolicking without censor

Jumping over pillows of lush mossy wood

Finding safety in my fertile pasture


Also published in Broowaha Magazine

02072012

The Hermit Chronicles: Fallen Trees

“But other people also ‘invite’ us to behave like victims, when they complain about the unfairness of life, for example, and ask us to agree, to offer advice, to participate. Be careful. When you join in that game you always end up losing.” – Paulo Coelho, Bythe River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
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My life is at odds with the general push and shove of crowds. A crowd may be many people, or many words, both which are troublesome. My obstacles aren’t those of briar and bush, but of opinions and gossip. I’m a solitary traveler, troubling no soul along the way. Yet, here he comes, shoving my shoulder as he flies past, mumbling to himself about the error of my way. He assails my peace, that very thing that led me to wander alone. Why am I a trouble to those who hurry to find themselves at some dead-end, or worse, find themselves exhausted at journeys mid-point, gasping and lost? They are fallen trees and I step gingerly around their bulky frames of negativity that I may be unaffected by the nervous energies of their cumbersome discontent. At times they come in packs, each agreeing with the other and with faceless anonymity, slaying those who are at ease along their way. Their unique talent is to destroy dreams with doubtful comments and hinder progress with the attraction to follow their crowd. I maintain my distance though, and to dissuade them, I turn down a path of unknowing to find pastures of unsurpassed beauty. Follow my way through the brush, apart from the crowd, you can see the grasses and limbs bent to my will, a will that holds peace and protection from their diseases of mind and offers fellowship with the wind and the birds that fly on it, neither of us holding anxious thoughts of tomorrow. 

 

Have You Heard? – Nature declaring providence

“Remember the order of life. Sometimes we forget how it was intended to be.” 
 

Have you heard the liquid giant

roar demanding you respect
His presence?

Have you heard the invisible one
run through the land teasing
the trees?

Have you heard the little ones
flitting about the clouds and grasses
singing courtships?

Have heard the massive submariner
deep below the dappled surface
echoing His sounds?

Have you heard the ancient ones
drop His fruit creating food
for the valley floor?

Have heard the sounds of creation
so loudly proclaiming
the existence of one?

Have You Heard? – Nature declaring providence

“Remember the order of life. Sometimes we forget how it was intended to be.” 
 

Have you heard the liquid giant

roar demanding you respect
His presence?

Have you heard the invisible one
run through the land teasing
the trees?

Have you heard the little ones
flitting about the clouds and grasses
singing courtships?

Have heard the massive submariner
deep below the dappled surface
echoing His sounds?

Have you heard the ancient ones
drop His fruit creating food
for the valley floor?

Have heard the sounds of creation
so loudly proclaiming
the existence of one?