Haiku 11

I.
Spongy springtime grass
Trampoline of the Goddess
Joy and hope returns


II.
Apollo's fingers
seducing winter white skin
wind chimes freely sing
dlt © March 22 2005

Attar of Spring 

Attar of Spring

Distended sprigs surging into blue welkin,
Winter storms a fading limbo,
Brown warmth of autumn leaves,
Dry in the sun.

Self doubt invades the soul
when separated from the love that
makes us whole.

"The person old in days won't hesitate
to ask a little child seven days old
about the place of life, and that person will live.

For many of the first will be last, and will become a single one."

Glare crusted rooftop drooling,
Attar of spring.

dlt © March 17 2005

quote from: 4th parable, The Gospel of Thomas, The Nag Hammadi Library,Selection from Robert J. Miller, ed., The Complete Gospels: Annotated Scholars Version. (Polebridge Press, 1992, 1994).

Owl comes calling 

Zen Putty

Stroking, burying the vibrant reds,
covering blood with Zen putty,
healing rituals of atonement,
painting walls, colors renew.

Choices to be made,
cycles to be broken,
red disappears,
tranquil clay, shaping disciplines.

Self induced sophism,
fades with each new morn,
whispers of truth emerge,
serene wisdom reigns.

Once Tellus kissed,
past shattered, future devoured.
I felt your dis-ease,
denied through my dreams.

Serene wisdom, perceptive paint.
Shut down ,
Run, hide in the red,
Ancient rhythms, irretrievable.

An owl floats in my soul,
Screeching painfully at self,
Imperfections found in the walls,
Step back and beauty lives.

Time you need, to see your strengths,
Crafty is fear, when we love too deep.
Red fading, Zen putty molding my heart.
Owl loves patiently.

dlt © March 14 2005

Brigid's Bed

Wading through faded parchments,
Penned by men with dank souls,
Truth searing, falling off the horizon.

Blasphemy, liar, whore!
Head held high, spittle smeared face,
Shrouded hybrid tears, unfettered fears.

Riverbed erodes entrenched in worry,
Listen to the ancient heart:
All life is sacred, one race, one belief.

Fading Briget, ripened ashes,
Brigid embodied, three sisters of fire.
Whistling faith of an enkindled muse.

Keening forlorn human souls,
Christian blindfolds, political bridle,
Bloody fields littered with false beliefs.

Creeping hired mourners,
Waking the Devil’s dogs,
Brigid forges relic restraints.

Converted Saint, Corrupted Goddess?
Mute history, Bardic gospel,
Hearths filled with burning beds.

Haunting mystery, to whom all lay claim,
Swirling orange, red and white,
Tend the sacred flame.

Warrior and child embodied soul,
Naive voice breathes her truth,
Spirit winds, Goddess called.

Wearing a crown of gray hair,
Earned through struggles with denial,
Crone bows now to the maiden.

Ancient cycle, purifying Imbloc,
Terra, humans, civilization, world
Bride returns, Crone to Maiden.

dlt March 11 2005

Tellus Mater 

Tellus Kissed

Eyes closed,
poised for a new life.
Simplicity,
joy infused minutes.
Eternal life of love.

Self induced sophism,
fades with each new morn,
whispers of truth emerge,
serene wisdom reigns.

Melting ice cream cones,
licking tiny fingers,
giggles of hope.
Children’s minds,
soaking magical moments.

Long days in bed,
star canopies,
green leaves clapping in the wind,
loving you naturally.

Frozen fantasies glide,
Tellus kissed,
my feet sinking
into spring time realities.
Embracing a new destiny.

dlt © March 7 2005

Hollow Angel 

Hollow Angel

Tossed obtuned reflexes,
Straining life, shallow breathing
Hollow angel barking fallacies.

Snow edged potentials
buried deep within

Spring calls to dying forces
Tiny flakes entomb
the soul

Hallowed Patron
Masker
of wisdom

Turbid vizard
Who are you?
Do you know?

Sepulchred psyche, lost. . .
sterile heart
Teeming ego.

Death becomes you
dauntless surrender
procures. . .

dlt © March 1 2005