pop's poetry

Category: Mood

  • beyond

    There is something far beyond
That draws us closer to itself
And further from comfortable.
May you feel today the power of presence,
And experience today the pull of passion
As you walk today the path of peace.
Bring us with you.

  • moments

    There are moments when the world stops breathing
A sharp inhale and then silence
And for a few seconds you can hear
You can see
You can smell
You can taste and feel what is supposed to be
I hold my breath with the world in the stillness
I focus my mind on nothing
And everything that I can hear
I can see
I can smell
I can taste and feel what I’m supposed to experience
Then the world takes a breath
And so do I
Richer and wiser

  • sweet embrace

    with each year's passing
I feel a lessening
a sense of smallness
that seeps into the silence
of the coming new year
I can see it
tiptoeing quietly
across the dew covered
landscape as if being
painted by a master
it slips into the morning
sun as the new year rises
and greets me like a worn
friend it has yet to meet
and embrace with hope
for with each year's passing
though I am not shrinking away
the opportunities in the world
grow much larger
and more complex
so I stand with my face
to the risen year
and step brazenly
into that sweet embrace
that waits for me

  • triads

    I engage the sacred with new eyes and
being open to the ancient without looking,
a first trickle of pure, sustaining water
drips to the bottom of the dry well.
There is bliss under the oaks council and
in the rituals of the Mystics around me,
I find a space for spirituality to dance
on the well worn paths of my soul.
It will be on new paths outside the old
that peace comes like welcome rain
to wash the dust from years of neglect;
There is hope I can’t see in the darkness.

  • walking with lao tzu

    The path that is named is not the path
The way that is named is not the way

Yet walking it with a brother is sweet
And walking it with a sister is sacred
When walking it with a child it is joyous
And walking it with an elder is holy
The path that is named is not the path
The way that is named is not the way
But in the paradox there are many names