Poems

Innocence, feeling understood for one moment,

KAIROS

A God moment…….being born anew……..Zen mind freshness……

a lovely dancing, floating
reaches the heart and mind

then, like the beautifully crafted note of a flute
the wispiness of a dawn cloud….
vanishing….into mist

CHRONOS.

the moment passes………………..gone………………….. but not lost

sound  sight  feeling

linger whimsically

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J’s comment  very sweet and ephemeral, like its contents; and yes, it makes sense.  I think it is saying that that moment of being understood by another creates a delightful feeling, like a beautiful music note or a floating cloud; I think this is a moment of Kairos, being born anew (state of innocence) ; then comes chronos: it vanishes quickly,  and yet … its essence lingers; and when this happens, it is a feeling of oneness and connectedness with the world .

Two undulating waves

sway

beneath the moon’s guiding hand

their trajectories destined to cross

as the swells pick up speed, foaming cresting, then

crashing into each other

colliding creates diamond like fragments

glistening as they shatter and are hurled

toward the sky

A brief pause, defying gravity,

then pulled downward , they merge…

reform  into the water  from which they came.

Then continue to roll patiently and tenderly on their journey to the beach

Only to once more say goodbye to the sand,

and be pulled back into the sea

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J comment The Wave ..I really like the  beautiful imagery of  disparateness  and yet unity; waves sway and are apart; then collide, glisten, shatter  to be re-connected , tenderly; then goodbye at end,  yet leaving to join what   they always were … comes across perfectly – clear separation and union; lovely

1979 Carmel

Sights and Sounds, Inner and Outer

I meditated this evening to

the sun setting

into the ocean

My knees and buttocks nestled

into fine grained white sand

on a sloping soft beach

My hands resting on top of my lap,

my spine and neck are straight

while letting thoughts come and go

As internal chatter slows, I hear the

ocean waves as they dance and rumble,

soothing, majestic, wild

My hands leave their resting   position,

pick up my flute, and breath

plays some notes

To join in counterpoint and harmony

J comment (2022) This is lovely.  I like the title, it captures the flavor of the poem, and suggests that what you describe in the external world is mirrored in your inner world. I especially liked the idea that breath, rather than you, played the notes.  Love, J