Posts Tagged ‘heaven’

Finding The Divine Lotus: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

July 31, 2016

I,
working in a new ,
central mountain desert Temple,
noticed a carved symbol
high on Godly walls.

The lotus blossom,
not seen locally.
“International symbol
of the divine”
I was told.
8 petals,
gorgeously carved.
But why there?
Why that Buddhist symbol
in the Beehive state?

I was amused,
thinking “How silly
to use a blossom
so distant,
so unconnected,
so foreign.”

Summer drew me east,
away from that desert temple,
to the Midwest,
to the muddy creek
that had been my contemplative home,
my temple of solitude and thought
growing up.

Paddling up river
after heat,
muggy weather,
I noticed large water pads,
never before seen
in my decades in the swamp.

Then something newWhite lotus, symbol of the Buddha, reaching heavenward out of the muck in Mud Creek, Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin
rose up.
Coming out of the mud,
the decay,
through the water,
cleansing,
reaching heavenward,
large pods.

They opened,
huge,
white,
pure,
eight petals,
divine.

The scent,
pure,
delicious,
took my mind
and soul
even farther heavenward.

Now,
sitting in my canoe,
my portable temple,
eyes overwhelmed,
nostrils overcome,
soul purified,
I understand why
lotus is divine
whether in the desert
or the marsh
or the Ganges.

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Sunset’s Prayer Beam: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 15, 2016

I watch the sunset’s/
solitary beam reach to/
heaven like prayer.Sunset's beam over Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin May 2016, with purple martin silhouetted

Love’s Gone From Town — RIP BB King: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet Lament

May 15, 2015

I heard the sad news today:/
You’ve gone to play with your friends./
I hope you find the blues way:/
The love town where music never ends.

In your honor I’m gonna eat/
A mess of grits and stuff./
You left us behind on Beale Street/
‘cuz our blues ain’t yet good enough.

I’m sure that Etta’s waiting./
Jellyroll and Stevie Ray, too./
I’ll bet Lucille’s anticipating:/
All tuned up just for you.

May God in His grace, knowing who you are,/
See your smiling face, and make your harp strings a guitar.

When Love Comes To Town (with Bono and U2https://youtu.be/r3wgoaONzwo

http://youtu.be/uTg6eznfB30?t=35m14s

Heaven’s Admission Price: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 26, 2015

Heaven’s admission/
price is obedience. We/
don’t have to “get it”.

When Does Our Joy Start? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

March 10, 2013

If we’re to have joy/
in Heaven, why aren’t we now/
happy in this life?

At Last, Rain: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 5, 2012

Tired smokejumpers look/
heavenward and let rain wash/
ash-blackened faces.