I woke up in your country this morning
not sure where I traveled in the night
but now I hear the surf
finding this shore
with its frothy pulse
resonant with tidings from China
the Aleuthians and the arctic.

This kind of awakening
is always fresh
yet familiar
full of your heart
with its pain and kindness
unfailing compassion
and sure but quiet invitation
to stay on the path
you made
and continue to make for us.

It is so good to be here
in this place
near the sea
to breathe its pacific
salty vibrancy
and peace.

“Awakening in Your Country,” Copyright 2017 by Glenn Currier

Picturesque, content and vigil,
Bearing sigil
Of her inner lion at her mouth's gate.

Loving more of dusty morning
Than I ever did her groin.
Wonder still on why she is irate.

Running down a slippy spiral;
Tempo vivo going viral;
Mind is gold and loud, words are in the shade.

traitorous ambush in dark passage
vultures waits to lifeless bodies

the pain spreads deep
a scream echoes in the mountains
the main table is drawn in black

this is the last dialogue of the game
-Every death is forgotten
-Great excluding deaths
point is,always in the end

live is scary
savor
if you have an instant happiness

One thousand times I say your name
One thousand minds has essence changed
One thousand miles we are away
One thousand leaps that my heart makes

Every time we touch through the aether
Each time I relate to you so much deeper
Every time and time again I try
Each and every time to find

One hundred reasons to decline the calling
One hundred voices beg choice for remorse
One hundred lessons will I learn before
One hundred blessings be branded yours

In time this reeling feeling of what was had
In time you will descend from mind to hand
In time the scent of what was known
In time shall rest upon life's blissful throne

Ten times I behold the beauty
Ten times will I be bold before
Ten times this cold I shake from my crown
Ten times more will your name resound

Time is fickle
Time is taught
Time will settle
Time is short

One mind
One heart
One life
One chance

Nothing
But time
Is all we ever have
To love is to know
That which time
Under stands

The wows of society
are just trees
           that we wish  
                        to grow
in our wallets

But only
           seeds  
of debt fall
    from its branches