Moments II
Poetry from the early 1980s by Ron Pierce
Temperance The Dark No Seashore Answers Gladness Yestermorrow Spring Weatherways Mining Searching Earthsong Rebirth
There's a tightness in my soul a hand that stays the happy dance along the path of taken chance knowing fate can cast its glance;
There's a lightness in my soul a cottonseed in airy trance; afloat on waves of happenstance moving in a soft advance;
There's a brightness in my soul a spirit's shining radiance a gleam of royal elegance finding joy in temperance
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I like feelings. I'm sorry. I know --- I don't fit in. I don't belong. I'm different. It's a rough life. Got to struggle. Get a clock. Get a TV. No.
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There's a lone-ness in my soul on these dunes at edge of land hearing tunes by ocean's band playing on the shoreline sand
There's a grown-ness in my soul spirits joined without demand but oh! --- I wish this silky sand would turn into your touching hand!
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And so a year has come and gone of moments drifting by And though so near the answers seem they dance in light-dark sky And grow unclear the moment we have looked them in the eye
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There's a sadness in my soul that knows a lifetime cannot be more than a moment's ecstasy upon a crest in endless sea
There's a feeling in my soul of, somehow, some way to know just how and where these moments flow together in some undertow
There's a gladness in my soul a thanks for all the hurt and pain that's come by time and time again to cleanse me with a driving rain
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To cast ridicule upon another's lack of understanding aptly demonstrates your own
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Yestermorrow --- where are you? are you all done? are you to do? Yestermorrow --- show your hand! unmask your eyes! stop sifting sand! Yestermorrow --- waiting game around and round no face, no name
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Touch a flower to your cheek shake some dewdrops in your hair Dance along the burbling creek rejoice! -- for Spring is in the air!
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No matter what the whetherway a joy or sorrow love or pain a gift or need or whimsy's aim that brings you to my door
You'll never find a whethercare upon my face or in my soul mine's just a place we both can be without a whethermore
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Time is the Hunter who knows what the Game? Voices are calling are echoes the Same? Who is the Planner and what the Design? Where are the Workers and where is the Mine? "Go", say the devas "and sit by the Sea" "Know Love's the answer and mine within Thee"
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Why is there no answer why is there no goal that sees beyond the moment that goes beyond the shoal
Where is time of substance where is tunnel end Where will eyes turn corners and see around the bend
Let there be an answer let it --- that's the Key Long ago, the Scarabs' song said Let it --- Let It Be
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Raindrops treetops whistlestops in time Dewdrops flowertops eternally in rhyme
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If I sleep while it's your day will your day-dreams come and play?
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Listen to the Spring --- and the sounds of the souls of the fawns and the foals and the lawns and the rose all ashine and amove and sublime and subdued from the chimes of adieus that remind and renew and unwind unto you the divine riverview of life |
If you stand and say you will be certain that you do
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Religions, with age increase their dogma is proportion to the loss of their Godma
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When you wish upon a star be sure you know just who you are
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