Saturday, February 21, 2009
Around midnight, the few sparks gathered in an open meadow. These fierce pebbles debated the validity of fire. The water-carriers chirped in defense of the fields. Somebody, held them in check for a Season.
It was love, pure and simple, which brought these bodies together into some semblance of harmony. No Creator could hasten the pieces from falling into place.
The knowledge taken from a tree teaches limits; its rings chart destinies unseen.
If time itself were to collapse, forward motion would be irrelevant. Everything we hold as new would seem like dust particles; here today, gone tomorrow.
We pick things up, turning them in our hands, reaching towards light.
Only in sharing love, the give and take of Ages, do we find the relics to treasure.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
If I do,
don't be afraid.
Every thing of newness has its rewards and punishments.
When I began,
I was nothing more than a dribble-filled saucer's worth
of half-formed articulations and each vowel sound was music
to my mother's ears and when the time came for over-abundance I let loose
I might add,
to say some thing
`x~William H. Balzac ~02/18/o9~10:43PM.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
In these Uncertain Times
We need Poetry.
We call the shots
and call out
as they float
their Golden parachutes.
between para-graphs written
and simple-man wisdom
We see Ourselves...
Us, merging with them;
as luminous as Our
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Let me write myself
in a corner
and, dare to call it my own:
Its textures were dimpled at birth;
and, the eyes have always had it.
Let whatever wisdom carried
more stately clothes.
Let the Light that shines on all
be ever in my grasp.
I praise this day
and my lonely soul
its worth.WHB~copyright: 02/12/09.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
each small step
sends ripples, circles, outward from this place.
There is no better comfort than boldness in times like these;
times, bespeaking, unsteadiness.
There is also the age factor to be wary of:
On solid ground,
your footfalls are leaving small traces
of your Soul.
[Do you not know this? The path widens your perspective, Child. Open your eyes, breathe.]
Do not attempt to pull me back. Daylight shall find me older today…
…The water is stirred, no matter what words escape my lips…
…Only circles of Time perceives them. I’ll carry myself, straight as the Dutch Elm,
a mirror of growth;
in the stream.