River as persistent
as the enduring ******
for self-preservation -

Carving by currents
and flowing within
a necessary course

Determined
by ancient
inherent law.

Oblivious to danger
and ignorant of doubt
it is perpetually unconcerned -

The river carelessly
generous
without discrimination -

Ever sustaining
trees, grasses and
underbrush shelters

Home to life in its waters
and nourishment for those
that come to the banks

Never quarreling with any
human imposition
be it sport or utility

And always providing
the perfect primordial
music for meditation

Always offering
an immaculate lullaby
for the tranquil restorative
of sleep.


- fr

This has nothing to do with the Absolute -
     this idea of God.

In childhood, God was the loving
     Father in the sky -
Outsized, sporting a flowing white beard, and
     ever attentive to my prayers.

Now, God is an abstract notion -
     transcendent and immanent,
Infinite, eternal, and
     difficult to embrace.

But all of this has nothing to do
     with God -
All these continually mutating
     mental constructs.



- fr

Ease into silence
healing reprieve before
life's cacophony





- fr

Dig maniacally
with fingernails
to Earth's core

Proceed banging,
bloodying the skull
against the iron sphere

Still, the question
"Substance?" remains ringing
through pulsing headache.


- fr

May is my absolute favorite month.
                I met the love of my life
                                   In May.
Got married in May, fathered my first son in May.
   New beginnings always happen for me in May.
Everything is in bloom and beautiful almost like a picture for their glorious unveiling. There is no doubt May gives me a new perspective and a fresh start.
                  May songbirds serenade me every step I take along the way , oh May I am satisfied.
May blooms the most beautiful flowers for an unforgettable view.  May shared for the first time his beautiful Son for the world to see.
                  May 6 indeed a King was born . May is absolutely my favorite month by far.
May the Month of Edmund Black.
                                  Happy birthday to me!

They
        
               Say
    
                          Good

                                      Man

                         Are

                 Hard

                             To

                                     Find

                                              I
    
                                Say
  
                      Maybe

      Perhaps
      
         We’re
                
                Just
          
                       Very

                            Good

                                 At

             Playing

                           Hide

                                   And

                                            Seek.

Dear Hello Poetry
I am very appreciative
Thank You so much for
Providing this wonderful
Platform for me to
Express myself
I don’t think I ever remember
feeling in place as I’m feeling
right  now
Wherever I’ve been
I’ve always felt like an outsider
it seems to have been the nature
of my life to be in that place
I used to grieve not ever feeling
accepted  and spent so much
energy trying to find acceptance
But more than anything
my refusal to stop believing in
myself worth always seems
to put me at odds with a very
cynical world
But today is like no other
for I have arrived at a place
of acceptance but not by others
           Rather by me
I’ve come to accept myself
and find peace in that place alone
           It truly is a freeing experience
I’ve told you my story so
You my friends can always remember
You are unique and it is perfectly okay
to create your own place in this world
                            For
From where I’m standing you’re exquisite
an unrenewable  resource with great value
       and beauty in your very existence
I hope you all fall asleep with renewed                                        
           confidence in who you are
on the way to who
                   You are becoming

           Love yourself

         With love from Black
               Love and peace

I’m
Sitting here On the
      mountain top
Watching the sunrise

           With
a cup of coffee in hand
           today’s
   paper on the other
   I’m reminded of the
   Life I ought to have
           And
  How blessed I am
      To  be alive

          Oh my
What a beautiful
         Scenery

Nature surely knows
           How
  To put on a show

The Trees are creaking
And moaning  in the
             wind
The snakes are  hissing
The Goats  are bleating
The bears are  growling
The bees are humming
And buzzing In a
          distance
Birds high on the trees
  Clapping for the rise
            I swear
Excitements had them
Singing all morning long
           Even had
the leaves dancing
            For joy
              And
      Luckily for me
         I was there
With my cup of coffee
   In hand and today’s
    Paper on the other
To capture the moment
              Of  a
Perfect performance
         By Nature

The truth
        Is
Love doesn’t
  Recognize
All the artificial
Man made restriction
    We try to place
           On it

       It simply
flows between
    Souls and overwhelm
The hardest hearts

     Love is power
            Love
          Is peace
Kindly choose love