Celestial Surfing

Art by Norman E. Masters




Poems To Angel



1/22/96


gallop!
gallop!
gallop!
 Gal up.
 
 
 
 
 the horizontal / vertical
   spiral reach
     of flowers      always
scent of my memories     (across time)
of her.              (along tear-tracks)




We are.  We were.  We will be.
We are life!
We act the child.
We populate the forests of our psyches!
We reflect upon lakes of time.




distant trumpets
 articulate
all lost causes.
 
distant trumpets bring judgement
                 upon us all.
Distant trumpets create
               new beginnings.
               
Can you hear the Distant trumpets
        while you play your trumpet?
echo.                     
                       

****


1/23/96
touchtones



The solar flare
               of my awakening
frightened me so much
           that
            I
allowed my self to
re-experience it.
Oh my Soul!



The breadth of the Dance!
   pitter patter
   paths of color
the Aurora beckons me
 try again!
 try again!
 
 
 
Each teardrop
in the ocean of our lives
           Makes a difference
Even,
if only
       to the flowers in the fields,
each teardrop quenches!



Oh
  my memories
             of dandelion fluff
  when I tried,
  when I became.
I stepped upon / was lifted
           by the wind
              set free!
Drifting in possibilities
so many of me to touch the Earth,
              speak to the Sun
         and dance in the Star-lit Night!
Oh
  my memories
     when
I tried.


****
 

Question
      why
      must we
      at times
      terrorize ourselves
      for a failed expectation,
      trying to re-create an experience
                         giving it a new spin
                                  a better outcome
                         certain
      that then we can soar with the wings
                         of comfort?
Look up from your lilypad
see yourself loop the loop
toward a new perspective.
                     Dear Self.
                     
                     
                     
                     
1/24/96
thirst sequence


changelings,
            my lost causes.
changelings,
            my lost opportunities.
changelings,
            my lost loves!
            
            
            
            
     colossus
the abyss of freedom
         I choose for myself!
an oh so public, decision.
         the overgrown retreat, now unseen.
No turning back!
High steppin' freedom
           the social/judgemental eye.
           Do you, believe the things
               you tell yourself?
Burst the bubble, if you choose;
         nothing is etched in stone,
the stone of your fears
the abyss of your freedom.


****


Distant bonds
     and
Distant friendships
                  sow the filaments of time.
                  
How many stepping-stones before
             one reaches
             Nirvana?
          The
          promised
           state
             of
           being.
           
Strut in anticipation,
          longing,
then
    continue on your way.
    
    
    
    
thoughts and actions
Across the threshold
          of laughter
          and uncertainty
     step lively now
     turn that doorknob
          continue on.
          
          
          
          
compass points

        bail bail bail
        Row Row Row
   the longitude of my reach
   the lattitude of my efforts.
      Bail!
          Bail!
              Bail!
          Row!
      Row!
  Row!
            up Sail
              God Speed.
              
              
****


   mirror writing.
   
From the upbeat crucible of talent
  they were blessed with body language.
       motionless surface tension
       
Mercury / silver / platinum

Make an offering!
Buff the sheen.




Metronome.
 Do you
  Remember?
    How
     to
survive failed relationships
  into
       new friendships?
       
The truths of ancient cores
do not always create new scores.

         batons and cymbals
         the clash of laughter
         endless recycling
         shuffle the notes
         
         
         
         
threads of light
spiritual debate
on gossamer wings
I take flight
through the roof
Not with hoof
I cross the golden shine
and leave the Earth behind


****


   teeter-totter
Today's Lesson :
                  Burdens of the World!

        to increase the weight upon your shoulders
                bend down lower so that we can place
                more upon your back.
        Nose to the ground -- don't sneeze, for
                         you might disturb our
                         footing upon you.
        Be of service with a smile!
        Listen to the straw boss!
        Follow today's program.
        You are not responding!
                Why?
        Of course, you can carry another hundred
                                        pounds of guilt!
        Brink.
        


Tsunami of Spirit.
Oh my goodness,
           may the spirit of peace flow through me.

     I bought a transcendental coloring book.
            But the pages are all blank!
        Why is that?
        Not even a word!

Help!  I need a mantra for protection
                              against
                          happy-go-lucky spirits.

       What image do I place in my thoughts
                            towards truth?

        Should I swagger?
        Do I pirouette?

        Clothes of silk?
        Flowers in my hair?

I turn the blank pages... wait!  what's this on
                 the last page?  :to be 
                              continued
--peter k. ligeski


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