Several poems I wrote years ago remind me of the tapestry of my past which I have been reviewing again in the last days, so I felt it was fitting to repost them today to remind myself of my programmed aspect. It is eye-opening to see ‘I’ repeat in the same order.
BRISK NOVEMBER WIND
Brisk November wind.
A lone leaf aloft, swirling
settling to the ground.
Midnight voyage of the soul
embracing the creator.
Attack from all sides
family, friends, possessions gone
nothing left to grasp.
Aware of illusions of life
grabbing what’s left, loving God.
A web of deceit
so intricately woven
composed over a lifetime.
An abrupt awakening
reviewing the tapestry.
Words sent out to void
searching for another light
an echo resounds.
Elation of expansion
desolation in the dark.
To my BrotherBe
a soft, compassionate voice
conversing with me.
Words censured and edited
your beautiful light shone through.
Hateful and evil,
exposed, malicious intent.
Rising anger, rage,
wanting to retaliate.
Forgiveness, pawns in the game.
A pathetic, meaningless
existence, blindly
going against the grain.
Energy spent, dying flame
an eternity in hell.
Soft offers, warm smiles
but then, nothing really said.
Probing, prying, spying eyes
responding with compassion
trying to turn heart of blind.
End of all craving
jumping off the karmic wheel
watching life unfold.
No expectations, nothing
left over to hold onto.
Blessed existence
at one with my creator.
Overflowing love
brought to surface of my form
exposing light to others.
Betsy – November 1, 2023
TANKA SUDDEN WIND SQUALL
A sudden wind squall –
things flying out of pocket
can’t find my car keys.
Standing still, refocusing
starting over at zero.
Betsy – November 17, 2023
CHOOSING A PATH
Distractions and chaos
mis-directed guidance
leads to entropy and
weakness of the soul.
Responding to events
to what is all around
changing course when
the going gets rough.
Choosing smoother paths
speeds the traveler
on the road to
his destination.
Choosing rocky roads
for challenges
and you end up late
with stubbed toes.
Aching body, bruised
and swollen, but
mind sharp and intact.
Missed appointment.
Betsy – November 18, 2023
THE THEIF
A precious jewel
sparkling in the night
stolen by the thief.
Jewel, tucked away
hidden in dark folds of cloak
traversing across the land.
Destination reached –
the jewel is traded for money
to fuel the thief’s intent.
The thief busies weapons
of destruction to kill the land
avenging his ancestors.
Explosions and desolation
unprepared – the people
of the land expire.
Save the man with the jewel
shining in his hand
and then he says: “Good-night”
Betsy – November 18, 2023
PLEASE DON’T HIDE THE CHOCOLATE
But, but, but, no!
not my chocolate!
I love my chocolate
If you try to hide it
I will find it.
I will sniff it out,
I will search to the
stars and back
to the ends of the earth
to get it back again.
But I see why you
take it and keep it
from me,
it is for my own good.
Perhaps, If I can
just see that this
is done in love,
from the heart
and for the good
of me, I can
give up searching
for this chocolate
so frantically.
Be an example
as the hider,
the protector
trying to help others
giving by withholding.
Betsy - November 19, 2023
TANKA JOINING
Joining together
a circle around the world
interlocking hands.
Singing universal song –
all hearts are merged in gladness.
Betsy – November 20, 2023
TANKA NOTHING
Nothing else to do –
letting life create itself
by cause and effect.
Awareness of how it works
image and form become one.
Betsy – November 21, 2023
TANKA STAGES
Stages of form’s growth
reaching new plateaus of life
endless possibilities.
Interconnected mind pool
giving birth to miracles.
Betsy – November 23, 2023
TANKA TRUST
Pen-ultimate trust –
dropping all conceived beliefs
letting go to God.
Unrestrained – existence blooms
mysteries of life revealed.
Betsy - December 14, 2023
Okay, this last poem is from December 14, I feel I am nearly in synch.