Swinging into Tomorrow, Yesterday, and Beyond

Back and forth and to the sky

so far and wide is my gaze.

I see mountains, meadows, and streams

far below the heights of my dreams.

I see where I have been

and where I may choose to go wandering about.

Will I sail to the flats below

or above the canopy to the stars?

Maybe I will just glide about the clouds

and shape them into Mars.

This poem was inspired by a fellow artist – Illustrator. You can look Rachel Joy Osterman up on Etsy at https://www.etsy.com/people/rjodesigns

Revelations Lost

I find tranquility in the wild smell of the river, as it storms toward the evaporating light, of another day, now lost to the past. Standing there feeling the crispness of the coming darkness, and listening as the trees sway in the dissipating wind, until eventually settling their leaves. Mountains call me forward and upward, to the high places of the world. Where I can easily touch the stars as they play the silent majestic music of the luminous night sky. Where my eyes and thoughts slip into eternity and daylight has reluctantly released its chains of expectations, from my weary soul, if only for this moment. It is here where deep relevancies and meaning of life take form. Breath is caught short as to not miss any revelation as they soon disappear from the scope of my vision. For the night sky has revealed its secrets many times, only for them to be lost as the march toward recognition eats them away.

The Worker

The type of heroes who are unnoticed, sometimes unseen, and uncollected in the halls of fame. Giants of fortitude and grace who have influenced generations, yet are not noted in the pages of written history. Their names will never be the talk of great scholars, nor will they themselves be adored by the masses for their wise words or great deeds. They are the quiet conquerers, the long distance runners, who accomplishments are not as easily noticed at close range as the jumper or the sprinter. Their character is tested and found true without the praise of many a passerby. Their deeds are small when measured individually, and seem of little importance, to careless eyes. Yet these are the type of revolutionaries one should with to emulate as they are the steadfast warriors who shake the foundations of heaven, until it cracks wide open, and falls on the dry desert below.

The Answer

To sum up eternity in captured imaginings, impossible

Yet today it is more apparent then yesterday

To the courageous traveler

Who seeks the portrait of light

What Eternity entails

Wise Stories to Live By

At the end of the book the caterpillar says, “My dear boy, how many times must I repeat? You have only completed the first leg of the journey and are still ignorant of all its secrets. However, you are more than you were yesterday. Standing there professing your own intelligence you will certainly go nowhere.”

An ant looking at Colossus and dismissing it as rubbish. Puny size with such awesome pride. Serves you right if some giant dunderhead happened along and squashed you without noticing a slight itch or tickle. Then what would become of your higher moral and Right philosophy.

Works in Progress

We are dirty mirrors reflecting the divine. Each insight we employ wipes a particle of dust away from our canvas to reveal ever deeper beauty. We are infinitely unique yet all wish to be the same. Color and meaning explode and we confine it to our vision. To see beyond we leave behind everything and only take with us our lessons in shining brightly. Bright blazing light consumes all and re-envisions in an endless infinite cycle.

Another Glimpse Past the Surface

I see beyond utopia to a land made up of profound thought unconstrained by mortal words or boundaries. Looking past all imagined playgrounds full of trepidation and deep shallowness. The music lifts the spirit, not up, but through to center, where all light begins. It is more than sound or feeling. It transforms my soul, the meaning of my existence. There is what is in front of me and behind me, forever expanding. I am a part of everything, so far beyond comprehension. Yet I am whole, separate, and so very small. There is no sense of danger, only deep burning curiosity. All are there, sharing, being one and many, in the same moment. All apart of the story, little particles affecting the universe and shaping it, erratically colliding in predestined steps. A dance in and out of time.

The Whole Truth

The details of nature that weave the picturesque view.

So many they cannot be counted but merely glimpsed.

Views that change meanings and mastery.

Sights to behold and humble with scathing magnificence.

I am transformed by the presence of the divine encompassing.

Must go deeper to find, hidden in the wilderness, the questions I don’t yet comprehend. To grow new mountains of understanding and caverns of meaning. To ascend and become intimate with the boundaries of my fear and faith. To push back and through to the next great mystery or path in the wood. To see that country which songs so sweet have eluded to just beyond my eyes’ next fallen scale.

Youth

As the twilight of my life fades and I move closer to that rising tide lifting me toward a new joy; I find that it is tempered only by those who are left wondering about, distracted by irrelevancies; Further back where the sweet smell of youthful spring is still potent and alive.

How to wake them from slumber?

To call out their beauty so they can dream their dreams fully awake and without disgrace.

Beautiful secrets unnoticed.

Opening to the gentle caress and whisperings found in sought out silences.

This is where truth and majesty humble the listener.

HE watches as angels at the center of galaxies twirl them in a dance across time.

My First Blog Post

I am here to lift up others and to serve them with my words. I am writing to inspire others to find their personal creativity, to notice the bigger picture beyond the moment, and to bring joy to their daily living. Boy, I hope this works!

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.