Lunacy Bird: November 2013

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

LIFE

Let go, let go

the scattered,

shattered pieces

of the past

and wander in wonder,

lonely as the Moon

in borrowed light,

same light

that gave us life

on temporary loan,

human life

in all its splendor—

breathing, feeling,

moving, seeing,

hearing, talking,

laughing. thinking

and naming

things known

as well as

things unknown.

November 11, 2013

NOW

In peace and stillness,

untouched by nothing

but celestial beauty

and manmade music,

all the lies that masquerade

as truth have been

banished from the kingdom.

Evil conquered,

mankind, restored

to original innocence,

can dance

at last with joy

to the Thunder

and Lightning Polka.

November 9, 2013

A MORNING SONG

It’s day again:

the sea wears a new blue,

the sky transcolored too.

A red ribbon divides them

like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

The surf plucks the shore

in melody monotonic,

and Papa Sun beckons,

“Arise, arise, my child,

and walk into a world

designed for your delight.

October 27, 2013

CREATION

Magnificence of creation,

from moon glow to sunsets,

from quarks to rainbows.

Accident or design?

I tend toward the latter;

how about you?

October 26, 2013

PASS IT ON

Living in the light

of the lamp

that Emily lit,

as well as the energy noetic

transmitted by

Iris Murdoch, Willa Cather,

Tchaikovsky, Chekhov,

and all the great artists and creators

who came before us:

inheritance mortal

or immortal-----

pass it on, pass it on.

October 26, 2013

FRET

Fret no more, me laddy, fret no more.

It’s time to send your worries to a distant shore,

time to relax in the rhythm of the universe

with the Sun and the Moon,

with Mars and all the stars.

You’ve paid your dues, me lad.

Easy ride now, this final time around.

October 26, 2013

BEACH BAGATELLES

One

Come sit with me

by the side of the sea

and listen to the magic

of its music as it sings,

“Happy birthday, Baby,

life begins anew.

Two

Man/woman,

male/female.

Whoever made

the language

gave man a head start

Three

Increase and multiply,

decrease and divide,

abundance of redundance.

Four

Stop talking to God

as if he didn’t already

know your every thought.

Instead, tune in

to the wordless wisdom

of Divine Mind.

Five

The sand,

the surf,

the sea,

the edge,

and then fall off,

they used to think,

and yet today,

still feels that way

October 14, 2013

THIS MOMENT

This moment

of motionlessness,

this moment,

outside of time,

and you and I

in it,

liberated

from the slings and arrows

of outrageous fortune,

along with Will,

whose mind

came closest

to the divine

and will live

as long

as the language,

if not forever.

October 3, 2013

NIGHT AND DAY

Mr. Night and Mrs. Day –

they live on light—

the sun at day,

the moon and stars at night.

Mrs. Day and Mr. Night –

they share the East and West

in even swap.

Mr. Night and Mrs. Day

go their own way,

meeting only twice:

the magic moment of morning,

and the exciting edge of evening.

And tomorrow never comes—

it’s always tonight or today.

October 3, 2013

INVITATION

White clouds islands

in blue sky of sea.

Door’s unlocked,

welcome mat is out;

come in and join

the celebration

of thanksgiving

for all this beauty,

as well as

the gift to see

and be who

we really are.

October 1, 2013

FRIENDS

You and me is friends,

he said,

you and me,

hee, hee, hee.

Minds align,

all is fine.

No need

for sugar words,

just light and laughter,

if you please,

and ease

of spirits dancing

to their own

authentic rhythm.

September 27, 2013

HARBINGER

Not a bird

but a leaf

wearing cardinal red,

announcinig the end of summer,

advent of autumn

when worn-out green

will give way

to a new world

aflame in russet and gold,

and human hearts raised

from the nadir of ingratitude

will sing praise and thanks

to the giver of all these gifts.

September 24, 2013

MIND

You are reading this

because your mind’s alive

and mine lives on within you.

How did these minds occur?

Did they just pop up

like toadstools in the garden

or were they made

by an uncreated creator,

divine mind

of no was or will be

but only is,

who can’t be named

because words limit

like all human inventions?.

Divine mind is everywhere;

it dwells in us,

and we in it.

This is heavy stuff;

my advice is:

lighten up, laugh, and relax

into your own unique rhythm.

September 22, 2013

NOTES FROM CAMP

Sea horse sends word from Camp Hippocampus,

grateful for the thanks and praise he has received

for his many years of outstanding service.

He’s happy in retirement but still but misses

the excitement of service in the fields of nous,

and marvels at the other parts of the brain

with their insights, observations, and reflections

on the beauty of creation and man’s contributions,

such as

“Words can mean almost anything,

but their sound is pretty well set.”

and

“Can’t give what you don’t have.

So don’t feel guilty about it----

relax, enjoy, and be happy

in the sunlit days of existence.”

September 17, 2013

CAN’T HELP BEING SILLY

Of course the world

is flat and unmoving.

Ignore those scientists

with their ideas false

as phony religions,

saying silly things like

“time isn’t real.”

Tick tock,

throw out your clock!

P.S. Written in September;

should be on April Fool’s Day.

September 17, 2013

BEACH NIGHTS

Sunday night,

optimists scan the shore

in search of fiddler crabs

while new moon

and evening star

dance a pas de deux

in gold and silver,

but four nights later,

though far apart,

rule the sky alone,

their dance

but a remembrance.

September 2013

COINCIDENCE OR DESIGN?

Long we believed

the Earth was flat and unmoving.

Now we know otherwise,

thanks to Galileo and his gang:

it’s round and rotating—

right-side up now,

upside down twelve hours later,

and yet we don’t fall off into space:

the miracle of gravity we take for granted.

Aware now

of millions of stars

and planets –

sun comes up,

color returns,

sea and sky,

flowers and trees,

light and laughter,

song and music.

We see,

we hear,

we think,

we write these words

uncreated creator,

always of isness,

divine mind is everywhere.

August 30, 2013

YESTERDAY'S TOMORROW

YESTERDAY’S TOMORROW

Today is yesterday’s tomorrow.

We live in the now.

Today is real, the others aren’t.

Yesterday was today when it was,

and .tomorrow never comes,

but , according to Will,

“creeps in this petty pace

from day to day

to the last syllable

of recorded time.”

And Albert says

that the separation

of past, present and future

is only an illusion,

but admits that it is a conveniency

so that everything

doesn’t happen at once

Yesterday, he says,

is a cancelled check,

tomorrow a promissory note,

and today the only cash we have,

so spend it while you can.

August 29, 2013

WHY

WHY?

Why do I write these words?

Why do you read these words?

What are we looking for?

Oops, it’s day again,

the Sun is back,

not that it ever went away.

It was we

who did the summersault.

Perhaps these words

can help us negotiate

the spin we’re in.

August 7, 2013

DAWN

Night lifts,

sea and sky separate;

the sound of waves

touching and retreating;

the east aglow now

in soft but brilliant shades of pink;.

early risers stalk the beach

in search of happiness.

It’s day again

but night

on the other side

of the world---

even swap..

August 14, 2013

RAIN

Lightning and thunder,

still waiting for the rain,

beach-goers’ bane,

farmers’ bounty.

Nothing good or bad

but thinking makes it so.

Thus spoke Hamlet,

or was it Shakespeare?

The two were one,

are one,

and will be one

as long as mind survives.

The present,

hard to understand,

the future,

impossible to know.

August 13, 2013

BEACH SONG

Can’t see the sea,

a wall has come between us.

“Take down this wall,” he said,

and down it came.

And now I see the sea

wearing horizontal stripes

of sapphire and emerald,

electric blue of beach umbrellas,

burnished gold of youthful bodies,

halcyon heights of children at play.

Sun, sea, and sand,

and these silent words

longing to be voiced.

August 5, 2013

Monday, November 11, 2013

Wrong Direction

WRONG DIRECTION

If all your ifs were strung together,

they’d form a bridge that led to nowhere,

one that you’ve been trying in vain to cross.

Why not stay at home,

unwrap the gifts that nature gave you

and find the peace and happiness

that long have been awaiting?

August 2, 2013

WRONG DIRECTION

If all your ifs were strung together,

they’d form a bridge that led to nowhere,

one that you’ve been trying in vain to cross.

Why not stay at home,

unwrap the gifts that nature gave you

and find the peace and happiness

that long have been awaiting?

August 2, 2013

REPITITION

REPETITION

Same old sun every day

and full moon once a month.

Only seem the same;

the differences are subtle.

Six a.m.—

hard rain

and deep, deep thunder—

the same but not the same.

Don’t worry about repetition,

authenticity is the goal—

doing what was meant to be.

August 1, 2013