Not a parent nor a prince,
neither president or king,
ones lover not-self
but God.
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: actuality
We only had words, no meaning,
long liturgical drones,
endless hours, sonorous
dirge-like ponders, attempts
to reveal the roiling core
of our humanity, of love as ground
for creation, essentially to invert,
to feel likewise on the inside,
overlooking already being
once removed from having once felt,
a mist on the face of the water.
© Chagall 2015
Pretty pictures inside my head
stop me from seeing the beauty without,
there where the actual lies, beyond the real
where I’ve occasion to wander rarely,
but now it’s a different story.
© Chagall 2015
Assorted somnambulists are dropping by
to wish me pleasant dreams.
© Chagall 2015
You’re either
at the outskirts,
really not important, or
you’re the there is
at the center. Pick one
or both but not
neither. You can’t
have neither.
© Chagall 2015
Started my day on the wrong side of email,
ended up in my Sent box, thinking
it was incoming mail. Then I put
two and two together. Feels good
to be back inside the Inbox.
© Chagall 2015
My gaze is locked in numb appreciation
for the life that passes my window,
on occasion my eyes flit higher to peer
at the lone eagle or the spiraling dove,
everlasting images from a timeless place
framed beyond the glass, impressed
on the silver that backs the dome,
I feel myself small, a flower between pages
torn from the volume, untethered soft
silken threads to bind me no more,
I elevate up to find it’s not different
than falling down, I let myself go, ascend so
it’s me, I pass by windows, waving to the crowd below
© Chagall 2015
Alight! These thoughts
tossed warmly burst
tendrils so cloudy so close
to the ground, spry will o’ wisps
flutter in filigree pattern, etched
in time, impressed on the gray
so simply, I place it aside, in a box.
Suddenly all of the world is a prism.
© Chagall 2015
I find myself
on this road again
so soon I’ll be lost
at the turn.
© Chagall 2015
The nudge that you feel, that bravado,
is your margin of error. You are mistook,
it’s really not a bad place to be.
© Chagall 2015
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