With What Remains

“Sometimes it’s the artist’s task

to make music with what’s left.”

 

She demanded a bold goal

but, I was unmovable.

It was not due to problems

or, because of but-what-if.

I make measured responses.

 

He was unhappy with me

but, I was unmovable.

It was due to quid pro quo

and, because of the judging.

I practice; so, I’m lucky.

 

I stop and learn

 

I can’t see the whole picture,

I hear the cacophony,

I touch with unfelt wonder,

I taste the bitter sweetness,

Waste’s foul odor repels me.

 

I savor mouthwatering,

I look through the looking glass,

I listen to sounds of silence,

I smell the flowers’ fragrance,

I hug with heartfelt kindness.

 

I go and do.

 

“Music is the space between the notes.”

Washing the Dishes

The dishes lay there –

left to languish –

frustrated from their purpose.

 

Left there in the sink –

disrespected –

the stainless steel bowl besmirched.

 

Sudsing up is good –

reincarnates –

they so want to be useful.

 

Then too, soiled is good –

real fulfilling –

unsullied is not service.

 

Cleaning is for them-

Redemption –

as for me it is Practice.

Companion

Once and for all wholeness –
or all for one oneness
Perfection of being –
or reflecting meaning.

The first a higher call
asks one to find a way;
despite failure and fall,
to become what but may.

The second a consort
lets one travel the path;
Asea without a port,
less the power of math.

So I could stride alone
or we strive together.
chanting a lonesome moan –
or love without a tether.

One offers completion
and utter fulfillment;
the other communion,
and realized commitment.

The Invisible

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Unseen but apparent,
harmony is invisible.
The unseen is worth no words,
and silence is golden

Heartbreak and joy reveal
the whole picture of creation,
beyond image and likeness,
and less than from nothing.

I sit in silence to see clearly.
We chant as one to focus well.
Alone together, She is.
Together alone, I aha.

The wind speaks intently.
The rain covers completely.
The blind eye hears my wonder.
The deaf ear sees my awe.

Resistance is futile.
Compliance is useless.
Cooperation is required.
Response is necessary.

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The Invisible

Unseen but apparent,
harmony is invisible.
The unseen is worth no words,
and silence is golden

Heartbreak and joy reveal
the whole picture of creation,
beyond image and likeness,
and less than from nothing.

I sit in silence to see clearly.
We chant as one to focus well.
Alone together, She is.
Together alone, I aha.

The wind speaks intently.
The rain covers completely.
The blind eye hears my wonder.
The deaf ear sees my awe.

Resistance is futile.
Compliance is useless.
Cooperation is required.
Response is necessary.