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FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH

Fire has left the hearth
Nautilus climbed from shell
Perfume flowed from bottle
Prisoner gone from cell
 
Butterfly flutterbied cocoon
nor hand restrained by glove
Mustang free of the stable
Cage left by Spirit Dove.
 
Sparklings soared away from wand.
Chick's egg become the bird.
Singers' notes from out the throat
Violin's notes now heard.
 
Buddhist temple pine cone
tabernacle'd godlet seed
Shattered that it might manifest
thousand forests of fir tree

Eternal snow of mountain top
now nurses meadow flowers.
Shining never held by sun
relentless melts ice towers.

Love has left its
spring the heart
Is now a liquid pond
Bodies like old clothes shed
Souls free to return to God

Starlight abandoned star
a billion years ago
Left that tonight you
might
have its sight
and know

Know Love is forever
no drop of God ever dies
Lover not bound by form of love
God's bodies are not God's souls

(to his children
on the death of Robert Slocum)

DIAMONDS IN THE LIGHT

Martha was asked to give
her daughers and sons in
law.. a sign that she
was still with them.
.. She had left her
body as a baby leaves
the mother's womb
.. a hand leaves a glove..
a light leaves a room...

of a sudden
a gust of wind
blew light dust
snow from a branch
.. each particle
in sunlight shafts
was a diamond foiled
by a backdrop blanche..
a cheery hello

to Wards, Woodfords and others

DAISY STREAM

Reflected in the rippling creek
the sun was fragmented..
into daisy petal sparks
each unplucked
traveled downstream
and murmured
She loves you evermore.
She loves you evermore.
She loves you evermore.

*

JACQUELINE KENNEDY ONASSIS

The stars oerfixed you
and downcast their glowing spears.
By strangest alchemy
starlight turned into tears.
The plump pumpkin of your life
was shattered.
Its evergreen seeds were
most widely scattered.
By prearranged script
God's and your co-writ
your sacrificial pain did
a grateful nation lift.

HEART CUT FROM BODY

The heart that was
from body cut left a hole
a stencil which paradoxically
heals other hearts to whole

(Baba Hari Das: is the author
of love is more powerful than
lover for love is not bound by
form)

LOVE IS THE ONLY LEGACY

The sand castles have fallen.
The ice sculptures have melted.
The pink chalk on the sidewalk
has been rained away.
The corn stalks are earless
and summer leaves have disappeared
from the centenarian oak.
Matter's traces of the Unquenchable
Spirit's path

But her Love
forever remains...
murmurs the leg of the sea
Her love
is everyone's legacy.

(to Margaret Mike and all others who loved Sarah B)

She hovers around her loved ones as a 3 shift a day
guardian angel.. through whom God spoke from the time she was a
little girl

LIKE A CHARACTER ALLUDED TO IN A PLAY

Like a character
alluded to in a play
whom we neither see nor hear
.. yet his influence permeates
the stage...

like a fragrance .. we know
not whence it came
.. yet it fills the room

is he in the lives of
his children

(to C Grafio)

INTO HEART DRIFT PARTICLES OF TIME

Into the chasms
of pain in the heart
quietly drift
snowflake particles of time
.. slowly sealing
.. softly healing
.. joy annealing

CURRENT OF GRIEF

The current of grief
at the funeral
is of lightning bolts
which strike even
strangers...
causing them for
no explained reason
to release tears of
rain.
l(to all who love
C Turchan M)

LIMA BEANS

She buried
her father's
discarded shell
with a seed of
bean upon his face
that out of rain
sun
and freeing space
a vine would weave
new bean lace
and let all eat
of new bean grace
As his unneeded limbs
become limas
Her father now
dwelt in
a happier place

KOREAN PERSIMMONS

Buddhists come to the Korean
graveyard on ancestor day
to leave prayers and food
for foremothers and forefathers..
but the persimmon tree above
the stone.. gives all
she has the entire season

NO FLAME FLAKES

The Spirit Flame
Leaves No Matter Flakes
.. no flame flakes
.. the crystallizations
are what's left behind

PETER SELLERS

The pink panther
.. master empath...
took the pink path
.. the sun-on-sea path
to the land of God
.. a land beyond paths

MARBLEHEAD

When I leave my body
.. I want no marble head
over a grave with lies
proclaiming I am dead

May my ash
make no splash
as it sifts into
the unstony sea
off of Marblehead

ASHES OF MY SON

As we tossed his ashes into
the sea..
the wind came onto
the quay
and into our mouths
she blew
a few
as she blew others
away

which might have
made us
unwitting cannibals

had we not thought
that he was such a holy man
.. it was instead
a communion on the quay..

50TH FlOOR OF THE WORLD TRADE CENTER

The fiftieth floor..
where firefighters ascending
met the fleeing descending
.. where the courageous
spiraled up to God
leaving us
their loving legacy
of boldness and bravery
as they dove into death

ANNE MORROW LINDBERGH

Her soul is the typewriter
whose carriage can return
to former times through prayer
to whiteout certain lines.

Her soul the screenwriter
for the movie of her life
edits adds deletes improves
future scenes and those
transpired.

Searing agony in the past
is visualized in light
and God is asked to send
great grace
and kind anesthesia there.

He most often the soul
removes
before moments of great pain..
the soul with Him lookng down
on the stopping of lifetrain.

She controls time and space.
Within her is all that is..
Because she is one with God
playing His role as Anne

BABY BOY

He sent trusting tendrils so tenderly toward me..
I did not fear these insignificant little shoots
which found their roots in the chinks
in my heart and there began to grow
and grow and grow.. until there was nothing in
my heart but him.. When he left
he took my heart with him.

BARRIE

My Barrie
used to jump
up on my bed
and bury bread
beneath
the bedspread

HIGH TIDE NIBBLES

nibbled at the sand castles
the high tide
and nipped at beachballs...
away they slide
but the rock
the rock abides