Melody of My Soul

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The world is silent except

for the music

that flows through my thoughts.

The music disturbs my being

but my dreams of you 

haunt me like no rhapsody

ever could.

 

4/29/92

Reflections at Dawn

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A clean crisp dawn gently guided

me to awareness.

I stepped from my safe haven

to experience the day.

Inhaling, exhaling, I smiled. . .

to myself.

to the Dawn.

to the world.

 

Out in the distance, the most radiant

sites sprawled out before me.

The trees standing firm

where they were born,

rejoice in the hour,

ready to face what lay ahead.

How I envied these children

of the meadow.

How I wish I were thee.

 

Down the make-shift path,

I walked along peacefully.

Coming to a river bed

splashing down below.

I sat and closed my eyes

listening with an intensity

I have yet to feel since.

 

I closed my eyes and

took it all in. . .

the scents.

the breeze.

the sun across my cheek.

the sound of the stream.

the call of the birds.

 

I listen with my ears,

I hear Nature.

I listen with my eyes,

I hear Peace.

I listen with my heart,

I hear Nothing.

 

The sight of colorful leaves

gliding through the azure sky

brings me back to myself.

I begin to weep.

Surrounded by the beauty of Nature,

I  see despair and darkness

within our lives in the modern world.

I begin to cry out for help.

 

But who is there?

Who can help?

the trees?

the leaves?

the stream?

 

Along — I sit —

an individual

trying to make sense of the

illusions that we find ourselves in

and grasping to find my place

within the One.

 

1/31/92, revised 12/28/17

 

Hands

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My soul longs to be held

by gentle, cool hands.

Not hands that will hold it

down and crush its spirit.

Not hands that will punish it

and keep it from growing.

But, sensitive loving hands

that will be there.

Be there to hold me

when I cry and when

I pray for guidance.

Be there to cheer with me

when I laugh.

Hands that will guide

my soul close to you.

 

9/9/91