This Crossroad’s Bend
At the bend of my road, we disagree.
I’ve stepped to follow your pointer
And now I am forced to pause.
Decades of returning to the same location.
Days of travelling the unknown
With nothing to carry but a memory
Of your instructions.
Realizing I only return
for a warmth that’s directed to the distance.
I only return
For a decision that’s destined to drive me away
Until I bend at this crossroad’s return
Away from the dissipation of my past.
Changes and Dream Catching
The piano training is coming along good. I have a keyboard and have learned some real easy songs and a lil bit of Fure Elise (a real little) I’m looking forward to creating some music soon. Peace and blessings to all.
When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou
**from the book “Celebrations – Rituals of Peace and Prayer.” dedicated to Bernice Johnson Reason of Sweet Honey in the Rock**
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breath briefly,
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us,
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
