"uranian" poems
As legs hang on rusty hinges
the strides of doorways
lesser long
wisdom crisps its palms
up to the hearths of winter
on walks
Older finds joy
watching little jelly movers
under the snowy leaves
of autumn's fall
There is freedom
in holding back;
experiencing exuberance
perched high in cedar
witnessing the now moments
of a uranian world
from a fifth dimensional view
Knowing that Love
sourced from the heart
affects the observed
just as true.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 5:58 PM UTC
*Now a flowing air wise signs on waters streaming,
pouring forth from the pitcher of wisdom anew,
ever full undrunk,instinctive of human absolutes all.
Gods,men,minds all uranian battling calm,now futile,
But knowing,caring, grasping,fathoming, conquering
tidings evil of powered souls unholy,uncaring deliberate.
Searing lightning flashes of intellects just,truly intuitive
burning stiff coffined conventions,dry dead rules of yore
melting old cold solid knowledge cruel of Draco obsolete
to humane rivers gently righteous, of merciful hearts
ripping away ways human sordid and corroded deep
repaving with light golden love those roads to hearts.
is it enough I wonder, have we become naturalized?*
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC