Music

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Soul Train

Soul Train

Here I come. Union specific of body. Desire of thought. Don't know about soul. But that's the grate train I came on. Destination earth. Googled-to Richfield Utah. At least-that's what others-named the place. Intelligence-outside of creation. I was. Taking on a challenge I hadn't known...but which others-had named. So, there I was, like shredded carrots in a bowl of green jello-

Placed immediately-in the fridge-to set. Thinking I might be a delight to some, I tried to arrange my several pieces-into a kaleidescopic pattern. Orange bits struggling to bring aesthetic design to a quick thickening substance. This wasn't working.

When we came to the table, I shivered. What had been confining and cold, was now ever so slightly releasing its hold, and restoring a sense of watery warmth. In hope, I tried to resume the intentioned design, only to be distracted-by appreciation, in varying degree. At the end of the day I lay exposed and confused in a puddle of green, watery sugar.

Just having a little poetry fun. whatdo ya think?

Relationships

I'm thinking about a sweet daughter and son-in-law. And something I may have passed on to her. Which I regret. I want to speak up now, for still we are here. Perhaps. Today, I read on a blog out there.....parenting is too important to leave to chance and too important to be approached defensively or by reaction.

But that is what I taught you. Our love relationships with ourselves, our parents, our friends, our children, nature, creative forces, they are the same. Didn't I instill this in your heart and mind? Warning: Relationships ahead. Approach defensively, reactively.

On a human level, that is what was given to me and I obediently followed that advice and have passed it on to you fully expecting that you will obey it too. But thankfully, humans are not the only ones who have access to our hearts, that is if we consider the transcendant. I respect the turning away from the God of imperfect men. It is one step towards knowing. Then I must consider how I would influence. Stay with imperfection? Stay with men? Stay with God? Stay with Respect. Stay with turning. Stay.

I was 24 when this poem reached my heart. Not completely, but in part. At a time of choice, a time to turn, a time to listen, not to spurn. Words that gently soothed my soul, it whispered where I longed to go. And even though the way is long the winding road and soulful song kept me secured like gravity in leaden feet. Through depression no retreat. Reminder that would urge me on assigned delay with trauma bond.

For this daughter. I too walked the way of confusion in relationships. Would that you did not have to.


Dressed In White

Life is filled with distractions.
Pivot points.
Paradoxes.
Periodic impasses.

I try to leave my troubled thoughts by walking.
But even the twilight air,
Cold and crisp,
Cannot resolve the war of words
Within my mind.

There is a padded softness
In the crunching snow.

Muffled sounds.
Mingled thoughts.
Muted tones.
Massive tree trunks—I follow them upward
Trying to express a wordless prayer,

And through a network of numberless branches
I see a puzzled sky.

I wonder.

I wait.

Silently I turn
And follow the meandering trail of solitary footsteps
Across the deepening snow.

The earth seems simple
Dressed in white.
Serene and grandly dignified—reminding me
Of sacred ties.
And templed thoughts trickle through my mind
Thawing for a moment
My icy indifference.

The world is simple dressed in white.

The snow becomes a blanket of warmth.
And wrapped in it
I head for home.

Roger Bushman

children

From all the jails the boys and girls
Ecstatically leap-
Beloved only afternoon
That prison doesn't keep

They storm the earth and stun the air,
A mob of solid bliss-
Alas-That frowns should lie in wait
For such a foe as this-

Emily Dickinson

Possibility

I dwell in possibility-
A fairer house than prose-
More numerous of windows-
Superior for doors-

Of chambers as the cedars-
Impregnable of eye-
And for the everlasting roof
The gambrels of the sky-

Of visitors-the fairest-
For occupation-this-
The spreading wide my narrow hands
To gather paradise-

Emily Dickinson

Faith

Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see-
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency

Emily Dickinson

Truth

Tell the truth but tell it slant-
Success in circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise
As lightening to the children eased
With explanation kind
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind-