tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91587449223360262372024-03-13T00:16:46.170-04:00Seasons of dream and desireDana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-56355823061323633012016-06-15T08:47:00.003-04:002023-10-21T11:07:22.196-04:00The Path<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Continue on your journey<br />
kindred spirit, as you must,<br />
travel the wandering scenic route, <br />
venture into the curious corners, <br />
dare the dark fated detours,<br />
take the longest, intrepid treks<br />
over mountains and coombs,<br />
parched desert and rainforest,<br />
see the sunrise above the clouds,<br />
stray into ineffable mysteries,<br />
waver at the chasm's edge, <br />
hear the whispers in the wind,<br />
the roar upon the seashore,<br />
like voices of wondrous wisdom <br />
calling to the relenting heart,<br />
for that is your own soul's path<br />to the ever-present Origin,Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-88397088826088140642012-01-11T07:40:00.000-05:002012-09-28T15:38:55.077-04:00Seasons of the Soul<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><img 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Nature, the fount of life, has its seasons,</div>
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winter, spring, summer, autumn.</div>
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So it is with the seasons of the soul,</div>
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now asleep, now awakening, </div>
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now blossoming, now bearing fruit ...</div>
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all appearing in their allotted time.</div>
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Oneness holds them all equally,</div>
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these dreamtime apparitions, </div>
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these cycles of life and death, </div>
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the sun-kissed leaf, the frostbit flower,</div>
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the suffering child, the grief-stricken heart,</div>
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the praying mantis devouring her mate, </div>
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should one ever dare to aver</div>
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any one would be without the other.</div>
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Thus sleep peacefully this dark night,</div>
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knowing it births the newborn dawn.</div>
Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-62099984024562768072011-10-04T11:42:00.000-04:002020-07-27T15:59:51.692-04:00Words to awaken by<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><img 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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Is it possible that mere words,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">but <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ideas</span> that bestir the spirit,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">can transcend inherent limits,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and somehow come to intend</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">numinous</span> <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">wonder</span> of nature —</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">despite what is said, or not said,<br />about the ineffability of the Tao.<br />Could it also be that perchance,<br />upon some mystical occasions,<br />a unexpected exception is made,<br />and out of some wordless depths<br />of fertile silence and stillness, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">a wormlike sentence</span> is born,<br />and crawls across the page,<br /><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">voraciously devouring the leaf</span>,<br />whereupon it spins a lyrical cocoon,<br />emerging after a cryptic <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">spell</span>,<br />as if by divine grace or magic,<br />as an intricately transfigured<br />metamorphosed metaphor ...<br />an utterance taking wing,<br />that in a flight of imagining,<br />like <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Eros</span> bewitched by <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Log</span>os,<br />sings words to awaken by. </span>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-1956808650209733502011-09-10T10:29:00.003-04:002021-06-16T10:15:04.700-04:00Metamorphosis<span style="font-family: arial;"><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdO6RKfE4p0wxMJBK1FcyRsq5GaBeRV4VB6_TxlcLsGTYN9llM" /> </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">We are dreamlike, entranced yet sleepless</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">while the gods slumber, metamorphosing</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">within our luminous cocoons, quiescent</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">though not unmoved. Now discontent</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">as net-veiled chrysalides of cyberspace,</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">stirred by the warm awakening of desire,</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">we await the furtive kiss of alchemy</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">to render the timeless mystery entire.</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Once unfurling, faltering, fledgeless nymphs,</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">now digital-dancers, imago-gypsies,</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">flirting in the play of light and shadow,</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">tapping worded wings upon the electron screen.</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Suppose out of instinct or innocence we seek</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">soulmates in these galleries of hieroglyph and glass,</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">where the exquisite longings and sufferings of love</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">are laid bare in transfigured exhibition of our hearts,</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">we who crave the secrets of serendipitous beauty,</span> </div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">as elusive as the avatars of our dreams.</span></div>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-26238953395680053712011-07-12T12:15:00.004-04:002016-05-27T18:46:11.356-04:00Deliverance<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-family: "arial";">As I sat in that cathedral of life and death,<br />how many lives were born and lost<br />within the rooms of its labyrinth halls?<br />And where was god watching from?<br />As I gazed into the dazzling geometry<br />of its crystalline ceiling, did I see<br />the myriad crosses of Flanders repeated <br />there? During the countless hours<br />I waited, I tried in vain to count them,<br />until I could not bear them any more.<br />Strange, how one skin-cloaked skeleton <br />could radiate such beauty and light,<br />while yours, that shell of your being,<br />housed only darkness and despair.<br />And so I retrieved those fading photos<br />to remember your lost beauty and light,<br />to mask the pain and fear in your eyes.<br />And yet they too became unbearable,<br />as I sat helplessly by your side,<br />while some irrevocable karmic will<br />pulled your hand from mine. I tried<br />my love to read the failing words <br />upon your lips, believe me I tried,<br />but they also became too hard to bear.<br />And where was god listening from?<br />While everywhere around us, others<br />shared our grief, the nurses of our ward<br />went about their gracious business,<br />as they warded over us. So I borrowed <br />their dauntless spirit, as they bravely bore <br />the infinite weight of our untold tears.<br />And I prayed that perhaps deliverance<br />might find a way into the darkest depths <br />of your sleeping soul, and prayed somehow,<br />somewhere, an angel was waiting to do<br />what I could bear to do no longer …<br />and that some god was waiting too.</span></span>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-16908881246929094272011-07-12T12:13:00.002-04:002011-09-16T10:24:16.126-04:00Time sleeps<span style="font-family: arial;"><img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTxccUH8Ow6T0QKhKjf5zNFkSPnbyr3WT6k6wyLDrDQOKCk8PET" /><br /><br />Time sleeps while eternity stirs,<br />Songbirds compose morning overtures,<br />Blossoms sent on sweet-scented zephyrs<br />Fall into the dreams of two lovers.<br /><br />Our lovers awaken, now his, now hers,<br />Beneath the covers his hand ventures,<br />A sleepy pretender, she demurs,<br />Then meekly surrenders to his murmurs.<br /><br />And thus aroused, lust now ensures<br />A flux of pheromones from flesh and furs,<br />Endearments to begin, then foreplay blurs<br />Into a feast of sensation and fervent purrs.<br /><br />One wonders how the heart endures<br />The outer limits of love's measures,<br />Climaxing in life’s exquisite pleasures,<br />While time sleeps and eternity stirs.</span>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-17479532115203683892011-07-12T12:10:00.001-04:002011-09-10T09:57:45.102-04:00Let me dream of you<span style="font-family:arial;"><img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTSHr66SqItJxuraloflFDPLNY-p2phUuMa5nfUTNmnlKrD2twy" /><br /><br />Let me dream of you when the light<br />of youth shone through your eyes,<br />not flickering with fear; when time<br />was our endless ocean to sail upon,<br />and not some empty bedside cup.<br />Let me dream of you when a smile<br />of joy played across your face,<br />and not a death-shadowed grimace;<br />when your mind was free to wander,<br />and not captive in a prison of pain.<br />Let me dream of you as your child<br />of memory, filled with your hope,<br />favored with your faith, and not<br />as this man with a grief-filled heart,<br />weeping for you as you did for me.<br />Let me dream of you as the gentle<br />spirit now embodied in my children,<br />their spirits now graced by yours,<br />your spirit now alive in their eyes,<br />not this spectre that haunts my sleep.<br />Let me dream of you as my redeemer,<br />my friend, my fellow dreamer, my giver<br />of life and love, never denied or clouded<br />by doubt, not a bated body and soul<br />weakened by the tyranny of despair.<br />Let me dream of you as you would wish,<br />crowned with dignity, so passionately<br />yourself, yet likewise devoted to those<br />you loved; just a woman I suppose<br />you thought, not gone, not forgot.<br />So let us just say goodnight my love,<br />sleep well ... I'll see you in my dreams.</span>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-71059929050980429032011-07-12T12:07:00.002-04:002016-05-20T13:26:41.497-04:00Awakening<img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQQ-04qky2f-rDIDHl4DC8vf6yAPf9KIebZwsBJyG60UQQZdjbaZA" /><br />
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Last night I dreamt of a distant buddhist<br />
shrine surrounded by boundless rainforest,<br />
a crisscrossing trail climbing to the hilltop<br />
where it loomed like a ship on a verdant sea.<br />
I was home at last from a surreal passage,<br />
wherein I'd traversed some briar-banked<br />
river of tortuous currents, and grappled<br />
with the demons of my soul. I awakened<br />
then, my left brain and right arm numb<br />
in the predawn chill, the ego dazed<br />
and dumbstruck with awe and wanderlust,<br />
the dream’s wordless meaning fast fading.<br />
And yet the words whisper nonetheless:<br />
in the diaphanous leaves of waking aspens,<br />
in the soothing coos of a mourning dove,<br />
in the soft breaths of a sleeping lover,<br />
or the muffled grief of an anguished ghost,<br />
whose troubles will not be put to rest,<br />
until we meet and embrace like old friends.<br />
But that is another dream for tomorrow,<br />
as I rise from my bed to greet the day,<br />
its apparitions now supplanting the past,<br />
once again not-so-neatly stored away<br />
where all our cherished realities become<br />
a dream within a dream within a dream.Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-64585727399924174322011-07-12T12:05:00.000-04:002016-11-02T11:02:34.865-04:00This Ineffable Mystery..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">Walking in the gloaming wood,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">gently bathed by its mood,<br />the mind awake, wide-opening,<br />the heart now shyly following,<br />the gut yet lingering on hold,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">there, in fright and flight mode,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">a lone doe from out of penumbra--</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">a stark still-frame in the cinema<br />of dusk -- gracefully bolts away,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">vanishing tracelessly like a fey<br />ghost into the infinite abyss ...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">as form dissolves into formlessness ...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">It's</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial";"> then I know, so inexplicable,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">I and emptiness are inextricable,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">bereft of all but the eternity</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "arial";">of this ineffable mystery.</span></span>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-64598358917945594442011-07-12T12:02:00.002-04:002018-07-09T16:03:14.949-04:00Cardinals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first hint of spring,<br /><br />the cardinals are singing;<br /><br />there’s a flash of red,<br /><br /><br />in the budding birch.<br /><br />It is the male showing off</span><br /> </span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">to the fawn female<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">.</span><br /><br /><br />She seems hesitant,<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">demure in my presence,<br /><br />despite my patience.<br /><br /><br />Not daring to move,<br /><br />lest I frighten them away,<br /><br />I wait in stillness,<br /><br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">And in that timeless </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">moment<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> of impasse,</span><br /><br />mysteriously,<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">my intuitive</span> self<br /><br />knows exactly what to do ...<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">thus I <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">disappear</span>.<br /><br /><br />There are cardinals<br /><br />singing in the budding birch<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">,</span><br /><br />and that is enough.</span>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-17925761288446467442011-07-12T11:58:00.003-04:002020-08-12T11:45:16.412-04:00Certainty<span face="" style="font-family: arial;">Ah yes “Certainty” ...<br /><br />that most comforting of cradles<br /><br />that lulls us into precarious sleep.<br /><br />Seems change is ever-constant ...<br /><br />in other words: uncertainty.<br /><br />Beyond or before questioning,<br /><br />naming, defining, describing,</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: arial;">even beginning or ending,<br /><br />whether as absolute singularity,<br /><br />or realm of relative multiplicity,<br /><br />behold this eternal moment.<br /><br />Perhaps best not waver from there,<br /><br />or wonder at its providence,<br /><br />its purpose, origin, or destiny.<br /><br />Why, what, where, when, how?<br /><br />And by the way, who’s asking?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: arial;">Such is the mystery of mysteries,<br /> </span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: arial;">this seeking ever so elusively,</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: arial;">beyond the ever-present presence,</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: arial;">missing what one is never not.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: arial;"></span>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-75252428486230729492010-11-19T13:19:00.092-05:002019-05-18T18:15:28.245-04:00Seasons of Dream and Desire<span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 85%;"> Ⅰ<br /><br />Four faded fallow walls, alas,<br />circumscribe my self-imprisonment<br />in this room where we once loved. Intent<br />upon the past, I search its shadows<br />for the barest semblance of life: echoes<br />of the sighs upon our parted lips;<br />the warm silk of thighs beneath fingertips—<br />must time leave nothing, nothing to seek?<br />Yet it seems I've heard my memory speak<br />of sleepless winter nights you said,<br />It's cold in here, come back to bed,<br />while late into the dark I mused<br />on the seductive love of poets— confused<br />in the fervor that fired our youth<br />with the captive love we called truth—<br />just a ghost that vanished in the air.<br />But why of love and truth despair?<br />Their enigmas are all I've ever known,<br />or ever will, whatever reason deems,<br />no more, nor less, than these dreams<br />I chance, since birds and you have flown.<br />And now, as dawn quickens, coming near<br />like the sound of a distant fire, I hear,<br />so real, those whispers of contentment.<br />Come choke me fast sweet sentiment,<br />lest I taste the cynicism so sour,<br />or forget the passion that was ours<br />so briefly burning in the past<br /><br /><br />Ⅱ<br /><br />In pensive mood this early morn<br />I walk alone alongside a bay,<br />a glassy china bowl of grey<br />beneath a low, evanescent mist.<br />By a tidal pool I kneel to rest<br />and draw my hand through its jadeite<br />glass, whereupon a rippling wavelet<br />breaks the calm. There, a bit deeper,<br />where limpets and other such sleepers<br />cling to the rocks, a solitary starfish<br />catches my eye, its pentacled, purplish<br />shape perfectly poised. It is then,<br />in one of those fragile moments when<br />light and thought are both reflective,<br />I sense, as in a trance, my introspective<br />self, strangely distant, yet so near.<br />And what beseeching call do I hear<br />beckoning from some other shoal?<br />A circling gull? A disembodied soul?<br />When magically I'm above the shore,<br />as through the unveiled sky I soar,<br />like some rarefied phoenix— half me,<br />half fledgling-feathered-fantasy—<br />now sailing over a seaside field,<br />gently waking flowers that yield<br />in the wind and change their hue<br />from blue to white and back to blue.<br />Weightless on these wings of faith,<br />I leave the mortal realm beneath,<br />now high above the hills, now lifting<br />heavenward until, amongst drifting<br />clouds, the creation and I become one—<br />then instantly these wings are gone,<br />this glimpse of the eternal dispelled,<br />the dreamtime quelled, the angel felled,<br />the world of grave and gravity reborn<br /><br /><br />Ⅲ<br /><br />Here I linger, trapped in tranquil<br />afternoon, watching waves abandon<br />the shore to the firedance of the sun.<br />It seems that everywhere the signs<br />of exodus abound, as summer entwines<br />with fall in that gentle way of gracious<br />departures. Overhead, a sequacious<br />flock of geese passes by, the rhythm<br />of their wings luring me deep within<br />the phantasmagoria of clouded skies<br />where they vent their urgent cries.<br />Were it so easy for me to take wing<br />and leave my ennui behind, following<br />the tempting impulse to flee time's<br />cyclical march, in search of fairer climes;<br />to renew the inner seasons of the soul,<br />to pursue a different destiny or role.<br />And here some mad thought intrudes:<br />that such reveries are like interludes,<br />perhaps portals to a parallel universe<br />where alternate paths somehow reverse,<br />unfurl, diverge and re-merge, like frost<br />upon a windowpane, and where, lost<br />in this phantasmal existence, our script<br />is secretly re-plotted, as if we've tricked<br />the clockwork convention, and rewound<br />old familiar stories, those time-bound<br />collections we playback in our heads.<br />Yet later, unsuspecting, we go to our beds,<br />trusting there's been no hapless mistake,<br />the mind doing an imperceptible retake<br />to adjust the memories, editing here,<br />discarding there, recreating with sheer<br />perfection all our fondest fallacies,<br />and a few flawless facts to appease<br />those who may yet harbor suspicion.<br /><br />And here I make the seamless transition<br />back to the present, to find a seashell,<br />borne pristine of the effervescent swell,<br />where within its spiraling symmetry,<br />echoing the sea's eternal soliloquy,<br />our true voice is sounding still.<br /><br /><br />Ⅳ<br /><br />Often I have stood enamored by the light<br />of autumn's theater, its leafscape, its vast<br />mosaic of mysteries and parquetries of past,<br />all shimmering with such ardent colour<br />that if I were to live until the final hour<br />of time, and never again see crimson<br />or gold, I would not lose their winsome<br />memory. And I have paused to ponder<br />frostwork on a fated flower, and wonder<br />what ironic god could have begot<br />such poignant beauty from out of rot.<br />Yet no tears of regret are heaven-sent,<br />the high woodwinds do not lament<br />the leaves, loosed by the ruffled applause<br />of birds, now dancing through sunlit flaws,<br />as if they hear some seraphic symphony,<br />some music of spheres denied to me.<br />And now I know that this is the way<br />we long for, to abandon bleak dismay,<br />and live not in yesterday, or tomorrow,<br />but to go with the wind here and now,<br />to surrender to life's ephemeral flash,<br />and fall as willing as we fought in flesh.<br />Yes, this is what we seek so desperately,<br />to take that single step into eternity.<br />What holds us back, what fear of fears,<br />causes us to count the dwindling years,<br />and grasp, possessively, onto the circles<br />of our lives? For if not for miracles</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 85%;">of patient seed and candescent fire,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 85%;">latent in seasons of dream and desire,<br />in what dark world would we belong,<br />where silent would fall the wind-sent song,<br />and leaves forever fade from sight.<br /><br /><br />Ⅴ<br /><br />Ahead the path rises, winding far<br />into the sanctum of the evergreen<br />toward the darkening sky. Unseen,<br />unbidden, an airborne omen—an inkling<br />of its shadow like a shaman on the wing—<br />now quickly sweeps the startled brush,<br />invading the haven of dusk-stilled hush,<br />as a raven's mock laughter causes<br />my blood to chill. My heart pauses;<br />as suddenly as it arrived, the bird<br />subsides. A sole fir is left bestirred,<br />its trembling hands silhouetted in twilight,<br />as if it too might be moved by the sight<br />of tattered shrouds of cloud catching fire<br />in the transmutation of sunset's pyre,<br />while a newly minted moon on the rise<br />smiles upon the gloom its light defies.<br />So are these days in dissolution,<br />when the once luminous resolutions<br />of the past have been obscured by doubt;<br />when, undeterred, I've strayed without<br />objective, along an unexpected track,<br />leading deeper, like a sudden switchback,<br />into the déjà vu of a far-off springtime,<br />where a journey another heart made to mine,<br />that faithful in each step, each beat,<br />never failed to find a path, or to meet<br />my wandering love. And now I see,<br />as these thoughts slip into the mystery<br />and I feel so infinitesimal beneath the sky,<br />should my heart be lost then so would I,<br />and the firmament in its slow turn.<br />No, I cannot know the journey's end,<br />nor how long I've left to ascend,<br />but in my soul a light does burn,<br />bright as heaven's first evening star.<br /><br /><br />Ⅵ<br /><br />Behold in a window an imaginal vision,<br />a tryst of amethyst and blue sapphire —<br />oh how such beauty does inspire.<br />Now spellbound in the soul's oubliette,<br />as if a metaphorical muse might abet<br />an escape from existential angst,<br />a moth, tapping its wings against<br />the windowpane, flounders in a web<br />of shadow, struggling to resist the ebb<br />of life, perhaps rapt by some fond<br />hint of summer in the glow beyond<br />the glass, not content to go to rest<br />where, unmoved and silent, the forest<br />in its sepulchral pose has fallen victim.<br />Then, like some serpentine totem,<br />a faintly foreboding presentiment<br />settles in, as I halfheartedly attempt<br />to chase its chill from my mind—<br />but it only moves downward to wind<br />its way around my spine, snake-wise.<br />And so, as the sun's final flare belies<br />the cold, I rise to close the shutters,<br />pausing as the pale-winged form flutters<br />to the ground. Thus this passion play<br />attains, in the dying light of day,<br />an end where death becomes sublime.<br /><br />Such is the peril of the poet's pastime,<br />that the sanctuary behind one's doors<br />becomes a stage of cryptic endeavors,<br />wherein the mind, in blind devotion,<br />working the mine of buried emotion,<br />succumbs to a daemon's relentless drum.<br />And so I retreat into this last modicum<br />of comfort, acquiescently playing my part,<br />following day after day as they depart<br />into their mercifully muted demise.<br /><br />Surely it comes as no great surprise,<br />that signs of change loom close to home,<br />like a troubled sleeper's mournful moan<br />in the night. Around me, once familiar<br />things are beginning to appear peculiar:<br />photographs of folks I barely recognize;<br />once loved books now filled with lies;<br />the paraphernalia of years gone by,<br />forgotten and forsaken. Even the wry<br />looks of friends now seem to falter<br />when we meet—as discreetly they alter<br />their mood—and with their ambiguous<br />smiles, ever-so-politely dubious,<br />they feign sympathy which the eyes<br />give away. Logic no longer denies<br />that in some queer quixotic quirk<br />of spacetime—have I gone berserk?—<br />my life has been inexplicably rearranged,<br />and my once and future self now changed.<br />There is an odd feeling to this insight,<br />as I write it here in black and white,<br />that my world—I know not why—has flopped<br />inside-out, and, like a drop undropped,<br />I'm somehow suspended in mid-dance,<br />where the imagined meets happenstance,<br />a dreamland in which I can transgress<br />the everyday rules of consciousness,<br />reliving lives I can no longer disown,<br />reloving lovers I must have known<br />in the memory-soft bed of my amorphous<br />past, until, as the all too tenuous<br />bridge between all that one deems<br />real and the netherworld of dreams<br />begins to dissolve, I'm misplaced in some<br />halfway house of a makeshift simulacrum,<br />as somewhere, somewhen, time is waylaid,<br />and an erstwhile hour irretrievably mislaid,<br />though in my mind not a minute is amiss.<br />These things I know one could dismiss<br />as madness, revealing in subtle intimations,<br />the glimmerings of imminent transformations.<br /><br />Once again, delivered from the gloom,<br />a veil of indigo now drawn upon the room,<br />I watch the moonstruck Luna take flight,<br />loath to bequeath its spirit to the night.<br />Floating beyond the tracery of trees,<br />a pearl-like paraselene at last frees<br />itself from their grasp, mee</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 85%;">ting above</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 85%;">with constellations, as if moved by love,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 85%;">they all gather at some celestial ball,<br />to dance throughout the infinite hall<br />of the heavens, performing in sidereal<br />time an exquisitely executed quadrille.<br />Thus entranced by this nightbound<br />scene, could I perhaps sleep sound?<br />And touched by such transcendence,<br />so serene in the lunar luminescence,<br />is it possible I might again abide<br />some resurrected lover by my side?<br /><br />Hence the moth reappears at the window,<br />seemingly doomed to reprise its imbroglio,<br />and like some tragic and discomposed<br />impostor in the wings, I'm transposed<br />into my double, mirrored into place,<br />a look of awestruck wonder on its face,<br />and with this fusion, ends the confusion.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 100%;"></span>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158744922336026237.post-31135717275343559682010-05-21T13:35:00.031-04:002016-07-03T09:40:15.370-04:00Who Knew?<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana";"><span style="font-size: 100%;"></span>And so question after question, <br /><br />belief after belief, it has somehow<br /><br />come down to this: following a life lost<br /><br />in a quest for meaning, one finally reaches <br /><br />an impasse ... suddenly everything stops.<br /><br />No going forward, no going back,<br /><br />no way out, no way in, one just is,<br /><br />as every wisp of thought dissolves<br /><br />into the essence of awareness, <br /><br />where one is in all, and all in each one.<br /><br />Searching, striving, craving, grasping,<br /><br />they all come to a halt at the end of time.<br /><br />Nothing to hang on to, nothing to let go of,<br /><br />no need for words, no need to speak,<br /><br />there is nothing but this miraculous dream <br /><br />rising from the boundless formless stillness<br /><br />that resides at the very heart of one’s being.<br /><br />And in that instant, just as one stops looking,<br /><br />a world of divine truth and beauty is seen.<br /><br />Yet the wonder of it is, it has always been.</span></span>Dana Lomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17503044812933216679noreply@blogger.com0