Aug 29 2008
The Door
The door is open
a single step starts the journey
the light awaits you
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Archive for August, 2008
Aug 28 2008
Misery
Misery
adores
company and
howls at the
Sun
do not
put
down your
Pen
for it will not
stop
the yearning
nor deny the
ache of
Light
that needs its
Passion
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Aug 26 2008
I Was, I Am
I was, I am
and that
never changed
but I did
I leapt and I spun
but the new shoes
never quite fit
Bare feet are best
A floppy hat
and garden gloves
teach me more
than my recent travels
and books of foreign text
Beer is better than
martinis
no fruit, thank you
A tattered map
leads me home
The ocean is
my compass to peace
No voice
changes
That
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Aug 22 2008
Sarah Through the Looking Glass - Part I
Sarah held the
magnifying glass up
to the clues
her vision was waning
and a pain
of mystery knotted her
neck and shoulders
“I know it’s here….
If only it would say
Hello..” she mumbled.
But Sarah knew that
puzzles could be
resolutely mute when they
wanted to be - and this one
did
She picked up the
hand mirror and
lost a dazzle into the
silver handle
Both of Her peered back
from the beveled glass
one smirking
one laughing
They would be of no help
So she put on the kettle
which sang an
aboriginal tune so
intoxicating
she next found herself
down the rabbit hole
again
dressed in ceremonial robes
and wearing a particularly
bejeweled mask
Alice stood next to her
and tried to lead Sarah
through the maze
but she couldn’t move
“Time has fixed me, all right,”
she said to Alice
who only smiled and whispered,
“What will be, will be. It’s only a matter of
Time.”
And the teapot
began a lilting soft
jazz that
brought her back
to the kitchen table,
all of her books,
like children seated there,
chattering excited prose
Sarah fled the kitchen
for the quiet of her
bed
“I must sleep,” she wept
But a thousand dreams
barred entry to that wish
She climbed out the window
and leapt to a
low-hanging pink cloud
that was soft
and easy to embrace
“I do not belong here,
either.”
A smile in the distant
sky
bade her most-South
and built a footbridge
across the ocean
though Sarah knew
not to place a step there
for it would disappear
behind her and
she would never find her way
Home
again
Sarah pulled ruby slippers
from apron pockets
and clapped them together
Hoping for a tornado
a swirl of Force
to put her right again
but the weather remained
temperate
and she continued to
float….
Aug 19 2008
Until…
There is a light here
that shines from the moon
and sends me gentle
to sleep
There is a song here
that comes from the ocean
and guides me safely
to truth
There are colors here
that come from the sun
and sends me quiet
to my place
There is a whisper here
that comes from your tears
and embraces me eternal
to life
I am not gone
I am just waiting
Until
we meet
again
(for my dear friend, Kim. love, sarah)
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Aug 17 2008
The Answers
I do not know the answers
to War or
Peace
or Just
I do not know the questions
that make them feel they Must
I do not know the heart
that claims it’s just one way
It only makes us part
so’s we can have our
Say
I do not know the
Hatred
in eyes that refuse to see
who feel my life is fated
to pay their bitter
Fee
I do not know the mind
that slams its own doors shuT
which seeks to make us bind
and keep us in its rut
I only know my own
Truth
in the madness of this world
that no one has the real proof
of how our
Souls
have curled
I seek no other counsel
to tell me what to
Think
for surely our true downfall
is the missing human link
so lecture me nothing
of
War or
angry Protest
I know too much false loving
and the arrogance of know-best
the answers are not lying
out above your head
but are
slowly dying
with every
Movement led
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Aug 11 2008
Podcasts from Me
well, i am probably going to regret this, but i decided to do a few podcasts and put them up here. i have new page for them, and oddly enough it is called podcasts. they aren’t the greatest quality (though not for any lack of trying) or readings but we have to start somewhere, don’t we. i hope you enjoy them.
sarah
Aug 11 2008
Straight Line
Time is a straight
line
our memories
alter the course
our second thoughts
add the turns
our missteps
send us back
for a do-over
Our fears make us
peek over the edge
to see what’s coming
But tomorrow is
not here
yesterday has left
we only have now.
Time is a straight
line.
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