Constancy of change

The Call

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Can you hear the geese?

the wiring sounds

of so many wings

in motion

A Reminder

of unremitting Change

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the punctuated Call:

we’re here, there’s water

let‘s settle

for a moment

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can you hear the geese

she says again

Elated

the honking cacophony

passes overhead

lasting

like the passing of a train

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the Sound

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a crescendo swelling

then fading

into the twilight

of damp Earth

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the punctuality

of Nature

driven by degrees

of Sunlight

a gland

pineal

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can you hear them

she says

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through and through

I reply

through and through

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The Beautiful Minds

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Painting By Felix Vallotton

Painting By Felix Vallotton

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 the Minds

That Compel Us

To Lift Our Heads

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 sweep Dust

from darkened corridors

convey  Light

turn Alleyways

into 4 lane Boulevards

tributary streams

into powerful Rivers

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Minds that

with a Gleam

and a Nod

open Doors

 Create Vistas

Broad and Beautiful

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leave us convinced

Of A Journey

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a taste of Opportunity

lying in Wait

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 should we choose

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those People

of those Minds

teach us

For A Moment

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to Give

a little further

Fear a little less

stretch a fraction harder

love ourselves

just

that bit more

keenly

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The World Without You

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You Say

you don’t belong

here anymore

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weary of a world

changing so fast

your Spirit

flails

in the loneliness

of your words

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I pause

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the Origin of my life,

I  never imagined

you Elsewhere

than part of it

Now

unwelcome

and inevitable

the notion of your absence

prods me

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I see

a Dimming

momentary

for the planet

but Permanent in

my chambers,

the ones built

with Your Blood

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  My mother, Marilyn Cashman Nahas is 83

Very lucky to still have her in my life.

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The Swimmer

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Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

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Moving from shoal

to shoal, he disappears

close to the creek

reappears around the sharp rocks

the swimmer

proceeds in Silence

diligent, focused

the swimmer pursues a goal,

looking peeking, assessing,

moving on wordlessly

leaving no trace, no sign

as the sea slowly heaves

 in and away,

 Breath of a patient Mother

Soundless

the Swimmer

advances along the edgy

coast, showing no effort

as if gliding through oil

unaware, he perseveres

bobbing, peering, bobbing

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Absorbing the tenacity

I see a Force

stronger

than the Man Himself

Dictating his will to live

Stay Alive

come what may

Barbed Wire

desperate hunger

there for him

always

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The Grey Matter

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It Is

in the unlikely Shadows

of Ambiguity

Your Rest is found

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After the Struggle

That Is;

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after kicking and screaming

in the Face of uncertainty’s

formless Fog

Exhaustion creeps, loosens,

eases the Armor

allows it to Shift

slip, slide, Until

Thrown Aside

a Naked and hesitant Rise ensues

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there being nothing

to Fight, there is Nothing

to lose

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the fog drapes

in Greys

comforting the bewildered

heart

mindful that certainty

is not a goal

but a fleeting outcome

if at all

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the goal would be

to proceed here,

now,

in the moment

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Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Growing Older Together And Apart

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To D.C

For every opportunity

we Seize

to meet Again

there is an added line

another Rivulet of Time

along the mouth or eye

and of course the Expanding gray

thinning the dark depth

of your hair

Yet beyond the references

of Time, you are forever youthful

lithe and light footed

as years pass you Hover,

unseen, above ground

rising just a tad

with every meeting

As I watch you

I see Myself

the rivulets, the Time

the Thinning Darkness

only I, I tread this earth heavily

with each year my imprint

becomes more defined

further encrusted with Dirt

as if I were to become

more of this Matter

as you become

more of this Ether

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Art Work By Yaron Rosner

 

The Pitter Patter Of Words

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The Comfort in Connecting

One to Another

obliviating for a moment

 immanent loneliness

 one that never really goes away

rather stands for you at the Ready

Remains waiting

after Love’s

laughs and fears

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Keeps us Longing

until we hear

in our Patter

  the Breath

we draw

from an identical

Life Source

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 Atoms to Atoms

the Rumi in Us

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Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Monsters

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articulating the depths

of your vulnerability

for the children you brought forth

was unbearable

made you powerfully belligerent

which in turn immobilized

those who could

the ensuing disaster

the sense of being both the victim

and the perpetrator, at the mercy

of your madness

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Monsters also age,

where fire once raged

puffs of smoke swirl

into cloud formations

but knowledge of damage done

never fades

only memory thins

such a transparent veil

where what exists is what’s before you

and you, you billow, in a wind

of nameless remorse and gratefulness

Would it be Grace?

Photograph By Nick Zungoli

Photograph By Nick Zungoli

Summer Retreating

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The Sun’s Power

Recedes

my body contracts

Wise to the oncoming Chill

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Birds Gather

the Smell of thirsty leaves

books and classroom doors

the Sound of Bells,

distant Now

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One more year

One more groove

in my palm

many more grey filaments

Connecting me Forward

And Back

to so much Time

Walking this Earth

Be it Half a blink

In the Span of this Spinning planet

All the same,

 Crickets

Mindlessly pursue their rubbing

Now to keep Warm

until overpowered,

they Drop

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Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

The Urn

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the urn

Scatter me

you said

to the Four Winds

that I might fly

at last

deepest wish

and strongest fear

you said

that I may mingle

in laughter, tears

words of truth

and foolishness

you said

that I might visit

close and far

wide and near

simultaneously

with different particles

of my Self

you said

that in Death

I be what I was in Life

a lingering Flame

at once important

and

 insignificant