Every once in a while
a smell reminds me of death.
It might be incense, coal,
It might be incense, coal,
kerosene, firewood burning.
We still are relentless
I remind myself
With smell travels images of dead, dying,
renunciation and everlasting resuscitation.
renunciation and everlasting resuscitation.
Every second within one minute
a sight reminds me of birth.
Sometimes it is trees
sprouting new leaves,
flowers budding,
flowers budding,
beach waves crashing.
With sight voyage images
of conception, birth, growth,
and infinite evolution.
Every day in a month
a sound reminds me of life.
Most times it is birdsong,
rainbows, comet trails,
setting suns, moon rises dawning.
setting suns, moon rises dawning.
With sound journey images
of impermanence, chaos,
peace and eternal spontaneity.
Every month in a year
a taste reminds me of existence.
Usually it is sweet, spicy,
sour, metallic air, salty water.
With taste ride images
of the lure of age, the love of old,
the old love of the new,
reconciliation
reconciliation
rejuvenating my regeneration.
Once in a blue moon
within myself I touch a part of me,
that reminds me of time without end.
within myself I touch a part of me,
that reminds me of time without end.
Often it is still, poetic, musical,
accepting beautifully restoration.
accepting beautifully restoration.
With touch move images
of the sacred-inspirational
of the sacred-inspirational
geometric proportions
of our aboriginal origins.
of our aboriginal origins.
I often have reoccurring memories ...
of a man being beaten to death as a crowd watches.
of a man being beaten to death as a crowd watches.
Survival of the fittest,
our preservationist anger
slow-motion-projected into our future.
our preservationist anger
slow-motion-projected into our future.
Our offering to our present and future children,
the impact of our warring generation.
the impact of our warring generation.
A heartfelt footprint,
an endearing bequest,
a cultural endowment of our civilizing arts.
an endearing bequest,
a cultural endowment of our civilizing arts.
I am gifted occasional images ...
of an old woman in Vietnam
spitting and cursing me -
children in China
stalking me, throwing stones,
laughing and pointing at me.
of an old woman in Vietnam
spitting and cursing me -
children in China
stalking me, throwing stones,
laughing and pointing at me.
We are so busy
safeguarding our high immoral ground,
and defending our wavering ethics,
safeguarding our high immoral ground,
and defending our wavering ethics,
we may be remembered
not as conservationists of our environmental sustainability,
not as conservationists of our environmental sustainability,
but as defenders of our ability to sustain
destruction of the moral fiber of our humanity.
destruction of the moral fiber of our humanity.
I remember when we were
stellar bodies circumventing
our galactic outer reaches.
We still are relentless
falling stars blazing a trail
across the dreaming sky
of our celestial wisdom.
across the dreaming sky
of our celestial wisdom.
We sit centre chair
in the theatre
of eternal souls
courting an audience
with the council
for answers -
while we hold space
on the astral
for our nightmares
of karmic retribution.
in the theatre
of eternal souls
courting an audience
with the council
for answers -
while we hold space
on the astral
for our nightmares
of karmic retribution.
We need to dance
the ghost dance
to resurrect
the wisdom power
of our reincarnated ancestry.
the ghost dance
to resurrect
the wisdom power
of our reincarnated ancestry.
Every so often I remind myself
that we are all here temporality.
that we are all here temporality.
We are accelerated time-lapse
photogenic profiles
of extraordinary lives
with notable personality.
of extraordinary lives
with notable personality.
So what if this life adds up to
a few years, months,
a few years, months,
weeks, days and minutes.
It is within the moments
that second chances
worth the while are gathering.
that second chances
worth the while are gathering.
I am reconnoitering my proximity
to my own reconciliation.
Reconnecting my consciousness
with my own truth, my true Self's
imminent possibilities.
imminent possibilities.
I once heard a musician
reprising an ancient song
reprising an ancient song
praising our honor -
singing a morning worship song ...
for the mourned and the mourning.
for the mourned and the mourning.
Candles were lit to respect
the many brilliant minds burnt out,
and those minds still burning brightly.
and those minds still burning brightly.
Trails of tears were cried
to wash away fears -
historical reservations buried deeply alive
within the hearts of many.
to wash away fears -
historical reservations buried deeply alive
within the hearts of many.
I once felt sages
throughout the ages
whisper warnings of sweet nothings;
“Be.
Be still.
Remember us kindly.”
throughout the ages
whisper warnings of sweet nothings;
“Be.
Be still.
Remember us kindly.”
I remind myself
every so often -
be,
be,
be still,
remember my Self kindly.
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
James Dillet Freeman wrote;
“Listen to life,
and you will hear the voice of life crying,
Be!”
remember my Self kindly.
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
James Dillet Freeman wrote;
“Listen to life,
and you will hear the voice of life crying,
Be!”
