Read Chaotic Thoughts Page 5

The first cry of the bald eagle

  echoes across silent lakes

  still locked in Winter's ice

  as it circles endless space

  high above a living canvas.

  Winter's icy grip weakens

  as the northern forest awakens:

  delicate flowers bloom timidly,

  shivering in the cool breezes.

  Their splashes of sudden colour

  livens up the forest floor.

  Spring's greenery emerges,

  softening bleak open spaces:

  leaves and fresh grasses spring to life

  becoming forage for deer and elk.

  Spring's sun brightens a pastel sky,

  warming meadows and rolling hills,

  melting away the last hidden snow

  to the happy songs of robins

  bathing in moss-lined pools.

  On The Brink

  The world we know was always able

  to sustain nature's simple needs,

  but not designed to fully explain

  the life journey of the human soul:

  now a new force has been unleashed

  suddenly, relentlessly moving man

  forward to the new dawn

  beyond the edge of time.

  Many are those who fearfully resist

  this unexpected change;

  who will fall to certain death

  never having walked upon,

  perhaps never even having glimpsed,

  that ghostly distant shore

  hidden beyond the misty veil.

  Awakened with a rush of life

  by the light of a new morning,

  they see the edge of a canyon,

  a chasm too wide to cross:

  afraid to jump into the unknown

  they huddle fearfully

  on the brink looking down at death.

  How I long to tell them not to fear,

  to leap! to jump! across this canyon

  however deep or wide it may appear

  for things are not what they seem

  in these times of changing thoughts;

  that the life energy will carry them

  across the fading greying mists

  to a mountain leading above the clouds,

  to a paradise I've seen and touched.

  Orange Peel

  Like a moldy orange peel,

  our earth is cloaked

  in a dying system

  based on repression.

  She waits patiently

  for people to awaken

  or some space alien,

  or god to return

  and gently peel away

  the old skin, uncovering

  her new identity.

  Shore Of Mystery

  Your wraithlike dance

  on the ocean's stormy shore;

  your graceful steps along the surf;

  your long hair blowing in the wind;

  your swaying body

  shrouded in time's mystery;

  reveal the coming, the strength,

  the growing passion of my love.

  The ocean's ageless song

  uncovers love's desire

  as dwarfed by restless waves

  I watch your image dimmed

  by the mist in my eyes.

  Song Of The Cedars

  Above a quiet mountain lake

  deep in the Summer of my visions,

  I saw a man dive off a cliff,

  to the blue waters far below,

  yet before he hit the waters,

  I saw him turn into a majestic eagle,

  and as he spread his wings

  transform himself into a Goddess

  of golden hue...

  I watched as she floated to the sand,

  and stretched her arms to the sun:

  Then I recognized her

  as her hair came tumbling

  and she danced along the shore.

  singing her song from the clouds:

  It was Tara,

  calling to me again!

  and I went to her

  soaring upon the mountain breeze,

  bringing her the song of the cedars;

  and there within her gold,

  on white sands, under blue skies

  shimmering in the Summer's heat

  the Goddess and I

  touched heaven.

  The Wish

  Were I to be granted one wish --

  no quid pro quo, no restrictions, no limits --

  infinite possibilities turned to reality,

  what would I wish for?

  Better to begin the quest with:

  "What would I choose not to wish for?"

  for how else would I know to make the right choice?

  (and so it began.)

  Immortality --

  To live forever, forever the same

  amid the changing seasons and currents of evolution;

  helpless in the passage of time --

  The curse and ultimate madness of the gods.

  Omnipresence --

  To be aware of all things without confusion

  sitting at the centre of the All Thing

  but what would I be doing there? Nothing --

  Just another all-seeing voyeur in boredom.

  Omniscient --

  the All-knowing walking through the All Time

  no secrets, no surprises, no mistakes even;

  all knowledge mine, all hints of possibilities: certainties --

  Nothing ever new under any sun.

  I've thought this through carefully --

  yes, since I was a Child I've considered this Place

  knowing one day I'd arrive here.

  Crawling, walking, running, now flying,

  I've come, ready or not, to the Portal of Decision --

  The Sphinx is about to ask His Question and

  I can have my wish now --

  no one will gainsay my choice.

  What do I wish for?

  Hear this well, you who now have a share in life;

  who see death as a reprieve, or as an end;

  who would rely on hope and on faith

  to see you through these darkening days: