Interlude

It is that resonant silence,
this unsettling sense
of what is to come,
the internal roar
held still by inertia,
as I quietly come undone;
 
it is that moment
of clarification
just before the storm,
the lie of peace,
the long deep breath,
the hope of the unborn;
 
it is the veil thinned
and the Muse’s kiss,
the raven’s siren song,
the restless sky
and the beat of time
that holds my soul aloft,
 
though heavy I am
against the wind,
my heart rooted in earth.

Out There

They call to me,
those wild winds,
caressing me
with the delicate roar of life,
like an oncoming storm
in the eternal hours
of summer twilight,
all the while
promising the freedom
of “out there;”

“Out There”
beyond where
sky and horizon embrace
and dreams in their maturity
are realized against
the endless backdrop of
yesterday and tomorrow,
but only after they have been chased
and the mountains of today overcome,
only after they have been caught
and given the fullness
and measure of a life lived;

out there…
where the wild winds beckon.

War Dance

Unbridled

Ebb and flow

Of Chaos and Order

 

Primal

Power plays of passion

And feats of endurance

Among the rising tide

Anger and joy in unison

 

Fighting

For each inch of ground

Sacred space owned by none

Owned by all

And shared

 

Battlefield

A killing field

Where ego dies

I die

You die

We die together

While finding life

In the common ground

Of all is none

All is one

 

Sweat

Blood

Tears

Frenzy

 

The roar of battle

The calm of the storm

The embrace of life

In eternal moments

Where war is peace

And peace is war

 

One falls

All fall

One rises

All rise

Safety and strength in numbers

And our number is one

 

And fury breeds love

And rage brings release

And on the edge

Of the thin red line

We walk

We dance

We sing

We live

 

And we are