dear dan fogelberg my old singing friend! oh, how I miss you and the times she and I spent harmonizing your songs, you went from young with dancing shoes to dead and gone, so quickly, at least in my mind was it like that for you as well? Love when you can Cry when you have to Be who you must That's a part of the plan you sang, promised that one day we'd all understand and then suddenly you got old at least in my mind was it like that for you as well... or did we all get old? and then you passed off to the Netherlands away to captured angels danny, we've all since gotten older with love, triplet brother (different mother) cc: Chagall 2022
Tag Archive: timelessness
Though the most heinous deeds cannot shatter our faith in humanity, one small act of kindness and civility can wholly rekindle it cc: Chagall 2022
reflect the imperceptible flutter of butterfly shadow the slow fade of the lash backlight the winged convocation of eagle way above the canopy at the base of the blade of scented grass linger the day's closing rays cc: Chagall 2021
In the presence of the timeless
I weep openly
Chagall 2017
The birds around my home are slower than norm
There is less urgency because of the love and abundance of riches here
Chagall 2017
if you and i were hummingbirds
you would never alight at the feeder
but instead would draw nectar pulsing midair wildly
frenetic and i would simply perch, sip, occasionally peek
over our shoulders
to the jet stream, my dear?
© Chagall ∞
Once in a landslide
I came to the edge
two steps away
from the fall
Carefully balanced
as if on trapeze
I prayed for
the crumble
To fall steady down
wind from anywhere
Anyone who cared could tell
I’d been asleep for a while
One final fingertip
scratches the ground
catching my breath
precedes free fall
then gravity
sinking, no water fills in the space
between me and the sky I float
down parting ways
Astride this time
unlike any I’ve ever ridden
must be the final wave
In crisp articulation
impressed on bottom sand
Running wild water angels
Awake in their trace
I lie down
© Chagall ∞
Lately I’ve insight into the timeless,
so subtle, perception of beauty of light,
of truth, of love, needing not yesterday
nor tomorrow to be, the clearest field
of space for mind to dwell, to frolic –
indeed to play and touch, weightless.
Light engenders objects with the characteristics
of the timeless, yet I’m certain the blind
sense forever, they can stop their day
as you and I can.
I shall not believe that those with five senses
are nearer to God than those of us with just one.
I believe sight is possible without eyes,
as music is sans ears, a sigh without a heart.
We are immersion-in-sensuality regardless
of the state of our senses.
It is night, only she by the ocean
where moonlight bathes in her hair,
the luster of shadow along sand
invites her to lie and rest.
In morning sunlight she arises
refreshed and timeless.
© Chagall ∞
No word is as lavender, in scent or color, is in life,
as a film is longer than a poem or a sigh is,
pointillists revel in innuendo, a pout once hidden
behind a shoulder, turns as time turns, twice bitten,
nipped on by lips and a tongue most tender in touch as in life
as a year is longer when newer as younger was a smile
awash in sun that clouds had hidden
away behind serious-nimble strata
upon cheeks
rained down like kisses, a softer sense, what’s ahead within
dappled then mottled, the shadows of waving leaves, offstage: the sun,
adept, persistent, a beacon perhaps, a sentry, a guard on the nod,
a star
There is no creation more possible than this one
she flies laughing-deflating, a wisp of her vanishing self,
a balloon losing air, she is ground around figure once was,
and no one is she, in blood nor marrow, as in life
as a day is longer than a poem or a sigh was.
© Chagall ∞
I am from the sun, unable to find my way
back home in the dark.
© Chagall ∞
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