A New Time
A new energy and consciousness infused the planet and many awoke and began to live and build a new spiritual and holistic planetary culture. The 'counter culture' is all about love and liberation and a new way of being in Oneness.
A New Wind
They came from back east in an old van.
From cities, choked and dying, they come.
From moribund farms and sterile suburbs,
From the clutches of family,
Leaving friends and the wheel of deadening routines.
From the dreams of a bygone age
And conventions shackling,
Singly, some in ragged clothes and bare feet
They come together
Picking up others on the way,
Sharing their music and their love.
Joyous pioneers of a new race,
A new time,
An unusual time,
When nothing will stand as it did before,
And nothing is left to hold on to.
Now a new wind is blowing.
Everything is in flux.
The new breed will come
Moving to some felt purpose,
Recognizing their own.
Under a rainbow sky on earth newly christened
They will know where to look
And what they're about.
Children of the new--
Walking amongst the old but not of it,
Moving in their own ways,
By their own light,
Sure of the spirit guiding them
In their comings and goings,
Formings and reformings,
Yes, from seeds newly quickened
Something long awaited
Has silently begun.
Children of the New
Sitting in the airport, thinking,
Opening to the new--
Children of the planetary nation
In t-shirts and tennis shoes
Moving forward in trust,
Acting on a new idea
Space is being born on earth
And a new mind is being born
Beyond words or thoughts
A new being
And with it a new sky
And a new earth
A new light
A new way--
Simple ones embrace the future
And everything is cherished
Moving away from patterns of conflict
And of personal aggrandizement and power
In love and cooperation
Is the new being built
And in wholeness and joy
The new life emerging
The new earth is now in their hands--
Guided from within
A new being!
Long-haired youth of a new age
Proud sun-fierce features quiver
with a new energy--
Sparks ultraviolet, shock and vivify.
Harbinger of a new future.
Something never before seen or done,
There on the edge,
Come into a New City
Come into a new city,
and the past forgotten.
Walking down sunny streets,
and everything is perfectly right.
From the hilltop, looking in all directions--
and I feel at one.
The continual movement below,
calm into the distance--
and I love it all.
The noise of daily life,
the moment's concerns--
wispy clouds floating in the blue sky above.
Closer to the dream now,
nothing special or apart--
just to be open to it.
Nothing any longer good or bad--
it just is.
Only everything is suffused
with a warm gladness.
Beginning life anew now,
here where I've wanted to be,
where I should be--
this anyplace, no-place-in-particular.
In the middle of a mild winter
a feeling of eternal life just lived now
apart from time.
It was something we all wanted to try.
Everything was thrown together and shared.
Everyone helped out and did what he could--
all of like mind.
It was a completely free zone,
just to be, each as he will.
But together too.
Just working in the garden
or sitting on the steps
talking in the morning sun,
was all you could want.
Sometimes the music would spread out,
embracing the neighbors.
But no one cared.
They'd all stop by--
the hallowed beings from around the block.
Or working in the co-op,
giving stuff away free.
No one ever had any money,
but it didn't matter.
The Real Days of Summer
Those late summer days!
The ones we look forward to
When the day, intense and hot
Is already there, waiting for us
When we wake up
And we have to move
Get going and get out.
And everyone feels it.
Decisions are quickly made,
Lines of activity determined,
And we're off--
Hair blowing back
Sun beating on bare chests and legs,
Glad to be out and in it,
To breathe it deep
And feel alive and whole
As the sunlight life is poured out
Now the day opens up
And liquid, the moment is--
The future precipitated in the present
And flowing, this moment unfolds
In all that happens.
As that which was meant to be
For a Friend
Everything was happening then--
A new adventure
A movement spreading across the land
Another way was opened
And those of the new nation
Made their choice and heeded the call
Singers and poets
The orphans and the dispossessed
The ragged vagabonds
The fiery spirits
the gentle and sensitive
The leaders, the strong
Those who yearned and those who suffered
Those who cared and those who didn't
The old laws were no more
A new freedom was given
A new covenant passed
A new tread approaching
Hearkened toward a new age
Prophets warned of times-a-changing
And messengers cried out far and wide
of love and liberation
I had traveled there in search
of something more, found a place
with some people in an old house,
and a construction job across the bay.
So often at night walking over the Granville Bridge
I was so amazed and awed--
the whole city spreading out vibrant,
a sea of lights cupped between the mountains
and the ocean -- and so alive!
Then to Kitsilano and your place.
There seated on the floor
passing out tea from a low table
with your old philosophic ways.
There was hurried and excited discussion,
friends coming and going,
staying late into the night.
New ideas and dreams
and experiences were shared.
Things going on now here and there--
all of us were together in something happening.
We kept in touch for years--
notes from the latest town.
Even came together in Berkeley once,
a few years later.
Hitched up to Pt. Reyes, singing
and drinking wine in the back of a pickup.
Camping along the cliffs that night.
Since then I've heard sporadic news,
of continual developments,
and late night musings.
I just wanted to share this.
I know you're out there.
A New Day
Cool and delicious morning air,
I breathe deep
And harmony and beauty infuse.
A new day,
Waiting not on the sun,
But on a rare effusion, a subtle presence
Hidden in the wind.
Before I was not.
But now it fills me,
And only now do I breathe
And look about.
old shirt sleeves
bare feet on sun-warmed earth
wrapped in a dream I walk along
glad to breathe the morning air
and all I meet are friends.
From high upon the hill,
over quiet rooftops and the trees in blossom,
snowcapped mountains rise at the horizon.
Here, along the edge
where the blue ocean begins,
and the coastline stretches northward,
fringed with lace,
under a soft spring sky.
Sunflowers in the garden,
Stems thick and green and prickly,
A small caterpillar moves along,
Flowers bursting in the sun above.
For Clouds Too
Even clouds today,
Gray and dismal
Have their place,
Warming a cup of tea
And some sunshine thoughts.
They Give Me Hope
The sparrow held on to my finger
Afraid to fly,
To take the freedom offered.
I remember how beautiful the flowers were--
So absolutely beautiful!
It was as if for the first time I experienced it
Coming up from deep within.
I didn't plan on it
I didn't mean to say it.
But what does it matter?
I want to release and see what it will bring.
I've been afraid of loosing,
Wanting to cling--
But growing more whole all the time--
Unfolding with divine help.
New possibilities are showing themselves,
New things are there to discover.
Something I Needed
It has to do with remembrance
of something unworldly--
feeling at home in my life's center
opening my heart completely--
something had foretold this,
telling me to completely open up--
that there was something
I needed to find.
Noticing and Not Noticing
Today the angels brought rain and clouds
But I wanted something else
And so didn’t notice them
And their gifts.
I realize it’s a bad habit—
Getting lost in thoughts, expectations, assumptions.
Desire is fine, however,
So long it’s rightly directed,
I am desiring now,
And the Muse replies.
Seated on the rocks,
Looking out over the water--
The entire surface, expansive,
Squinting eyes tired gazing all day long
As far as I can see.
The Song of Birds
The song of birds
The song of joy--
Wake me to the morning's scents,
And the breeze,
Sweet as the Breath of One's Beloved
Sweet is the summer air
Swaying the grasses and trees
Blowing hot over the fields
With the fragrant smells of sun-baked earth.
Sweet is the autumn air
Coming from far away
Singing softly in the rustling dry leaves
A melancholy song.
Sweet is the winter air
In the still gray frosted morn
Tingling as it is breathed deep
Inside a thick winter coat.
Sweet is the spring air
When early in the year
The scents of fresh life awakened
Give promise of new hopes.
When I was Young
When I was young I used to like to climb
High among the tree branches
And gaze far off --
Somehow the view was better from there,
As if the wind in the swaying boughs
Were filling a ship's sails in a far voyage
To enchanted lands.
And the sweetness of the apple in my mouth --
Was like the ambrosia the fairy gods give
That awakens you inside a timeless world.
All life is now experienced to be eternally alive,
And the bird's song and the rapturous chorus
All about speak to me in a sense I now know.
So would I also sing, unheard perhaps,
But like nature Herself, am grateful to give
As I receive in this blessed moment.
New flowers are already dancing in the sun,
The earth breathes and moves as one,
And high above, a God's dreams
Are thrilling in the air.
Among the Sacred
How blessed to live a creative life!
How blessed to hear the piper's song!
Let the world go by--
Off by itself, unseen, a flower blooms
Giving off its thankfulness to the sky,
Rooted in the dirt, it lives complete
Without need to wander
Opening to a world it's never seen--
Life itself will give it all it longs for--
Joy to be among the sacred!
Song of Life
Now the air is splashed with color--
Radiant greens and yellows and blues.
Birds sing though the evening late
And in joy the spirit floats free
Streaming crystalline through all--
Knowing no hindrance, no limitation
I move at one with life now
As it reveals itself new.
Now I vibrate to this, now that.
I accept everything and move freely
As I am given to.
I am no place.
I am every place.
And the world is transformed
Forgiveness asked, forgiveness given.
And for the sorry days
Weary and woe begotten
Cries fading away amid the roar of the world
Merging bright into a new sound,
Fathomless, crystalline and unheard.
Past, those shackles freed.
Unto another day now I lift my cup
And in the morning raise my head.
Would I not give all up?
Would I not do anything?
Yea in words unspeakable blessed
In the starshine
Forgotten of the world.
Liquid gold stillness--
The notes of many sounds interweaving
Gently in the silence.
Tenderly leaves vibrate
while insects flit in the sweet sun-warmed air.
Life exudes and fills me--
Giving thanks for the blessing of life
And the mystery of it--
Knowing not where I come from
Or where I am going--
Having no home--my hands empty,
I open myself and look about me
After many cold months trees now bud,
Streams flow as though never frozen
Life breaks open, lives and moves
And cast adrift, I am carried along.
Like any bird, I break into song--
Onward, O Joy, moves this great Way
In full Day toward a boundless Ocean--
May winter not touch me again ere I reach It!
From buried seeds do roots and sprouts now grow
And day by day the myriad seasons show
Nature, who by glory does confess
Her unbound joy--
Her Lover's secret kiss!
Trees sway o'er the meadow,
Clouds fly with the sun,
Grass lives free of sorrow
And feels not envy of anyone.
Upon the blessed morn there rose
A holy day bright golden clothed--
New as when the world began
When God walked still at one with man
And he no separation felt--
No fear or lack or thought of self.
I dreamed we awoke--all the world together
And on that day we were not alone
Each was arrayed in a natural splendor--
As a passing dream, the world we had known.
Noiselessly chimes the morning light
In litanies of angel bells
Refracting silver and gold
The silence reverberating
Faraway, remote, forgotten,
Timeless blessings streaming
From an inward life
Filling the world
Till all that sounds
Sings to one Heart
Now does the air smell sweet
Now is there life and living
Now does the cock crow
And the sky shine blue
Thought hovers immaculate
And a primal chord resonates
One synthetic sound--
Now am I born in heaven song
And eternal Day commence
Yes, to listen, to know,
To understand and sanctify the human will
In this place of tribulation and trial--
Referring all to the Guiding Hand
And taking our brother's hand--
Our hearts' united,
The future shinning before us
Glorious as a vision of countless suns
I walked, anon, through an agèd wood
And heard its solemn music blow,
The perfumed air was soft delight--
The moist earth smells and the warm sunlight
Through another realm this path did wind
And minstrels sung on every side.
Along this onward way I trod
Under open skies and stars
To distant moors and hushed vales--
Enchanted worlds of fairy tale,
And everywhere the chorus rose--
Oh sing to life and death's repose,
For all is glad and all is fair--
A timeless song sung without care,
And earthen mound and jeweled rain
Eternal night and each new day
From darkened glen to shining peak
Her living Life exudes.
Suddenly the scene was transposed--
In a fair land where summer shone
upon a ledge a maiden stood--
like a flower in her shy beauty--
and dove into a sylvan pool
as unselfconsciously as nature herself.
My heart went out to her
and I could not help but wonder
why innocence and grace though they were,
should cause such a reaction.
Was it the wonder of some simplicity
I had lost?
Or admiration of leaping unafraid
into the waters of life?
The Dancing Maiden
Why just gaze at a flower
And not listen?
Why just enjoy the breeze
Without moving to it?
The lark in the morning
Bids us to arise.
The sun in its course
Moves to a chorus of life.
Why not sing too?
Our part is not drudgery.
We are not here as slaves to toil.
The spirit moves as joy within
And calls us to resonate and live.
Angels sing from morn to night
But sorry humans - natures greatest sight -
Live apart in folly and fear.
In the morning I was walking,
The dew still sparkling on the grass.
The trees were hushed the silence golden,
Yet a bird was calling as I passed.
Perhaps it sounded out a warning,
Of an intruder in this holy place,
For a maiden fair like some dream vision
Was dancing in the meadow's space.
Her steps like light on water glistening,
Her song awakening all to see
Incarnate beauty, living spirit,
She gives her blessing that all may be.
Imagine light in the form of woman
Imagine love through her made known
Imagine life as a portal of blessing -
And vision the world transformed!
A Light Plays There
--for children of all ages
The sun rose bright like any day,
The air was sweet, the weather gay,
So getting up without delay,
Hurrying on my usual way
I met an elf!--I swear did say--
"You will not work--not you today!"
I had not given life any thought,
And just assumed that time was wrought
Of tedious cycles dearly bought
Of work and conflicts daily fought,
When ever, something else was sought--
Yet of this thing the world said naught.
"Why not?" I thought--it needn't be so,
I think I'll take a chance and go
And wander with this friend so low,
Some lovely things no doubt will show
And then myself I'll surely know
If truth there be where magic grows.
We came upon a grassy slip
And though I hadn't had a nip
Soon flushed, the world, she seemed to tip--
Right queer I felt from head to hip
As merry folk appeared and skipped
Upon bright leaves and flower lips.
A happy lot, they played with glee
And seemed to take scant heed of me
Except one Miss--climbed on my knee
To ask "Why humans couldn't see,
Caused ruin and much misery
To them who only lived to Be?"
Abashed, I uttered my repents
And promised I would ne're do hence
The hurtful things that I'd done whence
My acts were thoughtless--my mind dense.
To this a great "Hurrah!" commenced
And all the lovelies clapped and danced.
So then we had a jolly time--
Unto the past all care consigned,
Oh, life had never been so fine!
Like living in a song divine!
And were I there a day or nine
I wouldn't know and didn't mind.
I learned things too, I must confess,
From daffodils and violets
And Gaia's other children blest--
That each is sacred, nothing less,
With God's Own Nature to express,
And gift's to share at Love's behest.
Somehow I must have fallen asleep--
Woke up alone while night was deep,
The world now wrapped in dreams so sweet.
Then trudging home surprised did meet
Some local folks--to me did speak
"We missed you now this whole past week"!
This tale you likely think a dream
Or cleaver skipping-working scheme,
But me, I swear it by the Queen,
There's more to things than sometimes seems-
Tread softly in the sylvan green--
You too may find a world unseen!
I was awakened one morning
by someone in blue--
radiant, shining blue,
who said farewell and departed
to the sphere from which he came
and I never knew anything more.
He got his words from out the sky,
took them as his own and sent them on.
He loosed another space down here on earth,
something now present to link beyond.
Transported on a beam of light,
High above, through clear azure spaces,
In serene ecstasy embraced.
Where winds of gold and rose
In supernal Aeolian melodies play.
Where rainbow rays reveal
Celestial hosts in splendor.
Where the ball of sun fills the sky
And one soars free of earth bonds.
Sitting by the window,
Feeling the cool air come in--
New air--with a new year in it--
Not spring yet--it's damp and cool and gray,
but it's new.
I want to just breathe this air
With its mysterious and wonderful scents
and open my mind--
Letting all the old thought go--
Listening to the crows and city noise,
Forgetting all my thoughts
I just breathe the air
It's exciting to be in another year,
To feel the hopeful beginning
Of something new,
To feel the new element,
The new life,
Bringing me to what I've always wanted--
I life I've dreamed of--
An awakening from a dream.
A living of a life.
A new moment unfolding--
Allowing it to be,
Remembering who I am
Choosing to see no differences
To feel nothing but this Presence,
Waiting for Gandalf
When Gandalf didn't come,
The Fellowship had to proceed on their own.
They had to, for they had a purpose to complete.
We have a purpose as well and sufficient lineage.
We can't wait for some savior but must go forth
We can't be dependent.
I think it better to proclaim, 'Wake up - ye are gods'!
Let us take our power back and create the world as it should be -
A place of love, sharing, and Brotherhood
Where the sanctity of life is revered
And the needs of all life on Earth are honored.
We each know what we need to do.
Let us trust the spirit guiding us and go forth.
Let us strive not for an ideal,
But strive to remain faithful to the spirt within
And that inner knowing that guides us.
We are living spirits, ourselves,
And must release all that would hold us back -
Be it a belief or a fear.
Strive to listen and remain true to the knowing spirit within.
A new light and energy suffuses the Earth
Many are awakening and choosing freedom.
There is the desire to build a better society for humanity
And institutions that preserve our Mother Earth.
The old ways of strife, selfishness and 'power over' are past.
We no longer have need for this weakness.
Leaders still promulgating fear, greed and power must go.
The watchword must be sharing.
The banner must proclaim one humanity, one life.
When morning comes and we awaken from dreams
Do we need anyone's approbation to tell us to get up and be?
It is morning on a new day and new time for Earth,
And we must claim this opportunity.
If we have a vision, let us proclaim it; a song let us sing it;
A task - let us do it for a better world.
Let Gandalf catch up, when he can, we have work to do.