Sparklekids 2018

Friday’s sparkling poetry~

Tent penthouse view through the Badlands
where the crew stands and fans a flame of time
A sparkle kid’s shine big as diamond mines
lawn laying finds of the Divine spiritual climb
the dance floor lit as lita moving to music from the speaker
grill cooking Steven on the stove in a cloak while Blake lights another smoke
The experience of estatic hearts move together even when apart
starting something so beautiful it lights up the dark
possibilities over every obstacle
the camp grounds of the remarkable
friendships built in allowing the temporary as burnable
feel these memories in every particle
to my friends who endlessly sparkle

Last year Los Angeles

A beautiful tree whispered to me on Ventura Blvd.
it said there are secrets here that you can find
I can show you the song
The song your bees can dance to
lifting my eyes in reflection
I touched the feeling of weightless expanse that floated my bees to the horizon

In the horizon my bees gaze into the infinite
realizing their place here on Earth they returned back into body
buzzing with a new found joy
I took to walking
suddenly taken with a need to run
the memorable tree waving goodbye
not to be forgotten

The bees here are drunk on beauty
they go from flower to flower amazed by each encounter
never before have smells and sights taken such a touch
the bag that holds these bees almost seems to want to let them out
they understand it is for their fundamental constituency
the film is see through and hardly a bother
they also feel nostalgia of home
the bee hive has had news of powerful rain

At finger tips

Morning ritual shaman practices, by principle
dedication to the dream felt in the spiritual
Where is this place of value?
Who decides what is allowable? When it’s possible?
Why settle for that which is so predictable?
In the present she past her future
asking an audience member for a tutor
using all surroundings as classrooms for learning

a time traveling pen, at finger tips
Again and again she returned
like taking turns of soft sips of tea

inside and underneath
made an outer surface so comprehensive and complete
digging in and listening to morning rays of light, as they peak
through the trees and over the breeze
the perfect setting for writing at the pace of ease

these pieces of please
tease feasibility in the key of G
sounding off the note of reeds
blowing in the air by the sea
playing hope as their melody of expertise

The joy of ecstasy
can be felt as easily in two as it can in one
solitude, the time to feel rhythms of an inner drum
come find momentum
sharing this equilibrium with others
but first taking care to discover oneself as their own lover
at finger tips you touch the world as it exists
kissing all you encounter as the perfect fit
this journey is a ship that continues to dip and dive
shifting so that we understand why we are here and alive

Using finger tips as a measure of size
to endeavor a mind to fly
a body to rest, a hobby to revive and a soul to feel blessed
A time to say yes to what intuition begets
living moments gentle and only as of yet
until we need reminder before we forget

Neighbors

A hello from around the corner
People we should get to know closer
Ask, and you will find a helper
Offer, and you can see what fosters

Perhaps years will pass the time
Stories and Memories to divvy from the mind
Recipes and Reciprocity
Real connection in proximity

The rest is history
We make this street from identity
Spring’s arriving, Fall’s decorating
The first flowers of the new year appear
In the meadow and heaths we hold dear

Fall Down

I fall quite often, and it hurts
the pain reminds me of the fragility I exert
everything has a place, much more gentle than it can take
taste the circular texture
coming back around for another measure
slice me a piece of pleasure
so I can walk by and resist under pressure

Talk the talk if you like
your actions speak so loudly I can’t hear what your saying
the mic is waiting until your prayers sing

give me roots so I can climb higher than before
it takes time, like believing in the old lore
rhymes fine enough to shine the sun through doors
find mine combined with sublime toughness to explore
the rugged terrain filled with cuts, scrapes and sores

be badly beaten
take hits, its the only way to put yourself together
if you don’t know what bits your made of
_then how can you take a byte?
chunks of the past, memories leftover and thrown away
ready for less burdensome lessons, lonesome and found
surrounded by the world, lost in your own hometown
the path of the way is profound
profoundly simple
in what you have known all along in principal

go over obstacles
fall down
get back up
repeat

Body of Water

The wind ripping at the clothes of a young man speeding to his love
She waits for him
Her natural body fueled by the energy of underground springs
Even in these frigid and harsh mornings his mind is set.

When water arises from underground reservoirs it stay the same temperature upon arrival
It is cleansed by the underground system of limestone pockets
As he arrives on bicycle to the majestic river he stands in awe

Pulls out a pencil and notebook to try and capture this moment
he sits in joy as he sees others jump in the water
water that is much warmer than the outside wind chill

He sits and feels his toes in the grass
after some time he strips to his trunks
says a prayer of gratitude
jumps head first to kiss the body of his beloved
connecting his body of water with hers

The voice of God is silence

If you listen closely
with ears concentrating
on the present moment

you can hear the voice of God
the voice is silence

nothing contains anything and something
everything includes nothing
The emptiness of nothing
leaves a resounding peace

Can you sit in stillness with God?
could you spare 5 minutes?

If willing, pay close attention to the breath
this expanding action is your connection to the universe
nothing could be more fundamental
nothing could be more forgotten
than making the involuntary voluntary

As you approach the shore of your reason
casting imagination of what lies beyond
keep faith
open yourself to compassion
release your power and influence

hear the voice of God in silence

ten thousand functions, one suchness

The journey of a thousand steps starts right at your feet
Step one was understanding the great feat up ahead
Better to take care of the shoes,

There is only one program called life
with one run on this path of our trajectory
Ten thousand functions
experience through interpreted history
the simpleness of all complexity
within suchness

quiet the mind
to seek the door of this suchness
it has many other worlds behind its surface

Each function plays a critical part
neatly defined, re-defined and called upon
the suchness depends on unity
without so it would not be such
much has been made of the last steps
to get through a journey
many emphasize the beginning

few stick through the arduous and ardent intermission
plan your obsession
to relieve attachment on all but perseverance
adhering to the mantra

ten thousand functions,
one suchness

Set the intention

Affirming the cold winter breeze, before the first step
giving dues to the power of small sharp pricks that redden the skin
one rounded corner of powerful blows may not stop your tracks
but lengthy strolls in such conditions of many corners will take a toll

Before the first step, set intention
how far? which path? for how long?
intention to select a proper jacket to protect

Anticipation is a form of rationalization
critical for any mission with a hint of difficulty
the new year sets resolutions for changing
without specifics
its like following a map written in a foreign language
perhaps you can follow the geographic markers
perhaps you find your way before it gets darker

set the intention with a marker to codify presence
mindfulness recognizes surprises
but doesn’t led them lead the mind stray
recognize this opportunity for what it is
the plans will change but you may continue

continue to resolve by setting your intention
reset every morning
set the intention