One of Life’s Fables

Chicken Wire One of Life's Fables

One of Life’s Fables

Okay…

So there’s one bad word in this post…
Okay…
So that one bad word appears three times in this post…
So…
If you’re offended by one bad word repeated three times…
Then don’t read this post!

 

One of Life’s Fables

It’s just the chicken wire…
That’s all that keeps us
Trapped inside the barnyard
Walking through the shit…
The last time you found a hole
In the fence –
How did you feel?
Fearful…
Yet… exhilaratingly free?
We all get tired of
The pigs
And the goats
The cows
And the horses
The sheep
And especially
The shepherds
Prodding us along
To pastures
No longer green –
And yet…
We remain
Trapped inside the barnyard
Walking through the shit
Afraid to face what awaits us
……….Beyond the chicken wire

So stand on the weather vane and crow
Paw at the ground and bite at the bit
Unless you can cackle your way yon the wire
You’ll always be walking through shit

Michael33

Whispers of Raindrops

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I stood in the middle
Of my confusion
Lifting my face to the sky
While whispers of raindrops
Caressed my thirsty skin…

Words of your own sagacity
Linger deep within my soul
Speaking louder than paltry fables
Poured into the pool
From which we sip…

Yet you dwell in other worlds
Whispering truths
Far beyond my intellection
With every single drop of rain
Musing dreams
In the hush
Beyond the tempest…

I stood calm amidst the chaos
Penning love and understanding
While others stood blindly
In the fire –
Smoldering
In their own pretention…

I reached for them with rhymes
Of which you speak
Yet what I saw
Were fisted hands
Of those who could not see –
Those who could not feel
Beyond their own
Sallowed skin –
Those who turned
And walked away
Frightened
By the echoes
Of silence…

I stood in the middle
Of my confusion
While whispers of raindrops
Fell softly from my face
To the parchment
Lined
In fractured ink
Now etched
In blurred mystic hues

I knew your words
Your rhymes
Could never pull them
From the fire –
Never show them
The musing of dreams
In the hush –
Never help them
Understand
All that is beautiful
In the silence

Yet…
I will always write the words
The rhymes
Of which you speak – 
Share the musings
Of my dreams – 
Stand in the rain
With my face to the sky
And know
That someday –
Those who could not see
Those who could not feel
Those who were frightened
By the echoes of silence –
Will stand in the rain
With their face to the sky
And in
One
Brief
Solitary moment –
Hear the
Whisper of a raindrop

Michael33

Little Things

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Little Things

It was early in the morn
Fore the dawn that never was
For I had passed the sunset
Long ago

The moonlight cast its shadows
Neath the pines along the ridge
Where only wings of seraphs
Touch the snow

But I was not mistaken
When the light shined through the trees
Where reason can’t explain what
One may “know”

Truth is always there inside
When stillness brings the sparrow
Where little things in life
Let passion flow

Fore moonlight casts its shadows
Neath the pines along the ridge
You must touch the breeze when
Soft winds blow

Lest you may taste the morning
Fore the dawn that never was
For you had passed the sunset
Long ago

Michael33

Gently to the Sea

Gently to the Sea

I have become one of them
Like the breeze becomes the storm
Like raindrops falling softly
Into ripples of the stream
Like melting snow
Flowing gently to the sea
Like teardrops on the parchment
Staining verses left unrhymed…

Perhaps it is only the poet
That stands in the rain
With open arms –
That walks in the fire
To pull another from the fever –
To wander the path
Where others dare not rove
In search of peace

But then…
Perhaps there is a poet
In every one of us –
Perhaps there is poetry
Hidden inside us
Just waiting
To fall upon the page
In one single moment of time
Bringing us all together as one
In peace –
In love –
In the thirst for our grandest desire –
In our most heartfelt gratitude
Of being human…
Like poetry
Upon the parchment
Like melting snow
Flowing gently to the sea

Michael33

From Wildflower Wine

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From Wildflower Wine

Shadows
Long on the hillside
Soon to make their way
Into the valley –
Early morning light
Painting pallets in the sky
With hues
From God’s imagination –
A butterfly sups
From wildflower wine –
A sparrow singing songs
From the willow –
Time in a bottle
Captured in the breath
Of the moment –
Of the rhyme –
Of being…….
Unforgettable

Michael33

Being Human

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This post is not what you may expect from the Vision of Poets.  It is the first time I have posted the same writing on both of my sites.  Perhaps it is however… an example of the “Rhymes of Life”.  Some of you may be shocked by this post if you have never visited my Vision of Hope33 site.  I think you should read this.  It affects all of us in one form or another.  It may just touch your heart in a special way.  Please feel free to visit the ‘reality’ of “being human”… at

The Vision of Hope33

Thank you…

Michael33

 

Being Human

I just came from a WordPress site of someone who is facing the diagnosis of terminal/incurable cancer.  It was quite an emotional, heart felt expression of how it feels to live with such thoughts inside you.  In the comments below of what appeared to be this person’s first post, was a comment from someone who referred to themselves as “Pops”.  He indicated that he didn’t know what to do… that he had read the blog and understands… but was lost.  Isn’t that true of all of us who care deeply about someone having to face such finality?  We’re just lost.  What ‘can’ we do?  Everything we may think of to do for them seems so insignificant.  I think what most of us actually feel………… is helpless!  In this case, I not only feel helpless toward the person with cancer… I feel helpless toward Pops.  What can one say to him to help him feel better about his own emotions, his own response to the one he loves?

Inside that same post, the writer mentioned the fact that some of those around you cannot handle the situation and their way of dealing with it is to just disappear.  Wow… is that ever a true statement… and it might not be just friends that walk away… it might be family.

So… I’ve been on both sides of this conversation.  What’s the solution?  I’m not sure.  Here’s what I do know.  If we could engage in pure honest conversation about our emotions on both sides of the situation… the distance between us just might be a bit less if we were to truly understand one another’s feelings.  There are so many that are afraid to express those emotions to another… especially to one who is facing terminal illness.  Sometimes it is just so much easier to distance yourself from them.  I think that what the real problem may be is that those who distance themselves are afraid of causing the one suffering… any additional stress or negative emotions.  Perhaps they become distant to protect themselves from stress and negative emotions.  What at least some of them are failing to see is that those of us facing terminal illness just want to live as much of a normal life as we can… including the interactions of friends and family that we care about.  So just being who you are… who you’ve always been before the illness came to be… is what is most important.

Perhaps I could best express how I feel by saying this:  “Being human”… is not always easy.  Defining humanity includes compassion, kindness, understanding, tolerance, goodness and brotherly love.  Are these too difficult for some humans to deal with?  Loving someone should always be easy, but standing with them through the brume may prove to be far too difficult for some to bear.  Borrowing a couple of lines from “The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer,  might best describe how I feel about the interactions between friends, family… and the one whom they care about facing the finality of death from illness.

“It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.”
 
Well… when you find out you have terminal cancer… the fire is lit.  If standing in that fire with me is something that you cannot do for whatever reason… then please… distance yourself from me.  You must do what is best for your own spirit.  I will understand.  I will still love you… but the truth is… there will be an emptiness within my life without you in it.

There are no real answers as to what one should do… how one should act toward someone that is special to them, who is face to face with terminal illness.  We’re all different.  The only thing I can do is to be myself and do whatever my heart and soul tell me to do.  That’s the only thing I would ever expect from anyone else toward me.  Just be you!  Love cannot be diminished by cancer.  True love, in whatever form it takes… is forever.  I guess, what I am trying to say… to “Pops”… and to anyone finding themselves in this ‘being human is not always easy’ position… the love you feel is most obvious… so what you can do that would help your loved one the very most… is to just be you… and never stop loving.

A most beautiful day to you all…

Namasté

Michael33

My most humble appreciation to the one who inspired this post… and to “Pops”.  Their most beautiful example of “Being Human” may be experienced at:

https://terminallydetermined.wordpress.com/2017/10/21/in-my-time-of-dying/

 

 

 

On Billowing Cloud

On Billowing Cloud

On Billowing Cloud

I stood on the edge of a billowing cloud
Looking down at the winter wheat
Dancing so gracefully
To the symphony of a morning breeze…
The colors of miracles
Weaving their threads of wonder
Cross fields of light
While the first blush of dawn
Touched ever so softly
The tender tips of grain…

It was a most beautiful morning…
It would be a magnificent day…
For I had seen the world
Through eyes beyond my mortal blues
And touched the sky
With ageless hands of innocence…

Namasté

Michael33