like a beautiful rare bird
you spy in your garden
you have a moment
where your eyes meet
not love at first-
just a moment,
but yet, as one dreams,
yearns,
becomes greedy of the heart
in no way earned-
you hope for that bird
every time
that you now enter the garden
and that is her.
even if for a brief moment, a minute, a pause, take the time to take in the wonders around you, they are there, perhaps even in looming shadow of the Verrazano Bridge…
The first is a clear (easy) metaphor, or perhaps the melting down of the next 2 to fit into one said vessel. The sea is not always calm, in fact most times not, there are storms and all in between, so cherish the times where the tide laps like a sleepy kitten and the vast reaches of molten water are like satin glass, where a pebble thrown births perfect circles outward from each other, pacing in uniform to the horizon…
from a super nintendo video game, yeah, call me a dork (or an old school gamer) but imagine hearing this for a few hours as you battle amazing imaginary things on your 16 bit console… it is lovely… and totally invokes the feel of the game and wonder… the whole soundtrack is amazing and has been re-recorded and done by an orchestra actually (as have many games such as Legend of Zelda)… so this is a thing… or I keep telling myself that…but ..music is time travel, it can take you back... to that time in your life… music is an amazing thing… birds do it, other animals … perhaps? maybe music is the real key to life.
where as I might delve
into my deepest thoughts
a cliff
of my own making (of course now)
but how to train
yourself
among your experience
had by none
except…
yourself
that is the conundrum
of these short times
our lives
so many billions born and die… and so on and so on… but yet we are all our own singularity, born only as the empty vessel with our own lens instead of the accumulated knowledge of so many ages… the strangeness is so strange to me, the universe is billions of years old, at least this one… (something had to exist before this did? or is this the first? can that be? so much to consider, leave it to a hawking I suppose) – does the every day person even consider such things? Do you?
we all fall, we all fail, we all can rise…. that is all
if you know… you know, eric gales, that is all y’all
for even the fabric of space
wears down
to even holes
someone has to repair
as the fabric grows
so very old
and when the garb
has been outgrown
a hand me down
to another space
a matter of cloth
as this fabric created
shall not be destroyed
but remade
for all-time’s sake
space is the fabric that holds us all, in life, death, in peril and love, the under pinning of it all, the pillar upon which we all – live, seems more than a flimsy hammock I think…
the older I get, I realize I have lived many lives in this one life.
with what lies inside
is the same as wolves
all though we deny
what we know is true
and we say
and claim
that is what makes us human
before we make the kill
in our own way
no idea how the muse works, this just popped into my head, this is a total one take, I literally heard the words in my head and wrote them down… my old line, this is how I work, I don’t question it, I trust it sometimes… and sometimes not. so, here it is, I am my own mind… if you get it great, if not, fine enough, I post for me and if others understand, cool
when my eyes darken,
in a time of light,
I will know
this is the time of night.
but until that time,
I must rejoice
to bask in the light
of both the sun- and the moon.
with the whirlwind trying to get my mother end of life care I realize my own future… why is this not taught anywhere? This is a tidal wave… and only the brave might not get swept under by the might of such force… and car salesman, ahem sales people… I do not blame those trying to make money off such things, I blame the general lack of info and circumstance that allows such things. this was one of the longest weeks I can recall in a long time… of course time is the same but I am not in how I experience it…
Shades of My Garden 