Mask
0524.2024
Who’s to eat
On the roast
Of a foe?
They’re just
Accusations
Forgotten
In the end.
Don’t swallow
Disrespect,
Discard,
And lies -
Praise being
A humble :
Consider
Then Set free
Into the air
The words which
Arose hot -
Let them fly,
Or you too
Will follow
Those birds to
The darkness
Wearing the
Same sad mask
Narcissus
Forged you.
m.f.
Awake
0625.2024
I’ve been asleep
Such a long time:
I’ve not felt warmth
But for the sun’s arms
Nor have I seen the color in life
But for the green trees and blue skies,
The flashing birds and rolling seas -
I’ve not had connection but for
The animals who graced my life
With unconditional love.
I hardly know touch but
For the grace and freedom
Of the wind on my skin -
These are my beloved companions
Who take my hand and pull me
From darkness’s grave
And cause me to say after all,
Life is mysteriously alive!
Why should I cry with so much pleasure?
It matters little a heart is used
And matters less the time it wasted,
It matters even less fair weather friends
Wound after dispensing their tough love,
Or the tears cried after its punch -
For soon day breaks open its light
And our eyes awaken new and clear -
Everything is waiting to greet us
Even people with their promise -
This love leads us to this reward,
Of triumph and peace in this world.
m.f.
Better To Do
0621.2024
Please don’t tend
Then yield to
The reign of sadness
Upon your back,
Or its weight -
And the shadow
Burying its dead
Between your breasts -
Don’t listen
Or look
(Because…)
What was it
Someone said?
I forget
Star gazing -
Behold this vast heavenly body
All Aflame in the sky’s night -
Behold its eyes watching back,
Its secret part of your blood -
Behold Beloved,
Behold this Love -
(That’s why)
m.f.
Birds
0507.2024
The restless bird in my breast
Sings the sun to set lower,
Sings to your gentle face,
Bottomless eyes,
Sings, and Singing
The bird in my blood
Sings to the moon
Sings of your hands
And forgiving soul,
Sings of its flame -
Now in my waking dream
The bird in my body
Sings to the bird in your body
Sings you to your other half,
Sings you to your life.
m.f.
(Untitled)
0525.2024
Love is the daybreak
Embracing us and
Kissing eyes open -
And it’s the dark before
To warn or lead us home -
It’s the desire for solitude,
Where love is the teacher in silence -
Who else is walking love’s dark path?
Who else hears the music of love’s
Little black birds singing, singing
Their notes hung heavy in your head?
This might be the fiercest,
Most honest of all love -
It wants for nothing
But to bring us peace.
m.c.f.
The secret to peace is modesty. It has no religious connotations, nor any spiritual. It just is.
Something simple: A Modest serving of sugar in tea, a modest amount of food for consumption, the modest amount of love so when love isn’t modest, its expression becomes more meaningful, genuine, or new.
And…A modest amount of explanation. Modest is mysterious.
Then there is the preservation, the little left overs, not feeling so exhausted, the less disingenuous response.
Peace. Integrity. More Room for anything if desired.
A breath.
Nothing Left
0215.2024
This evening are we not
all alone and lonely?
And this morning
Did you try to be still
And stay resting?
We are all together,
A movement suffering -
Let us hold hands,
And join our hearts ,
Let us dance,
And sing songs,
Let’s love and laugh!
Praise the tough life -
Because there’s nothing
Left to suffer the loss of.
M.C.F.
Teacher
0209.2024
Each time you tested this tired heart,
And this heart begged
As small pieces went.
Then one day a lesson
Revealed the distance
My heart traveled since
The very first trial -
And I find love
In your harsh affections,
Then want to share:
Oh Teacher!
My life
My body
Has become
This instrument
Of your soaring love!
Test me more.
M.C.F.
Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
-Dejuan Stojanovic, The Creator
……..
Souls entangled. Atoms entangled. Maybe they’re making choices. Exercising a kind of free will in love. Entangled Indefinitely, entangled inside us, and in space. Anomalously and quietly they touch and agree.
- m.c.f.
Solitude as a way to recharge one’s resources and energies is also an escape. One hardly acknowledges solitude as an escape - as if escaping from the job, debt, monetary responsibility, media, family and friends, or any poor feelings and responsibilities, which take away from us and our most innate desires and goals is wrong. It is not wrong to want to escape into a more ideal world. It is an act of survival. Perhaps we might instead ask, why people force each other into indentured servitude? Why do we expect life should be a series of repetitious steps that only serve to wear us down and take away from us as individuals - one might even consider how a great many people do not ever realize their more innate talents and wants as a result of being guided in the direction of modern and wage slavery, or forced into social situations where one might otherwise take the necessary alone time to reflect and pause upon themselves and their needs.
Perhaps not realizing, society and the world are robbed of something greater, its joy and humanity’s true progress.
m.c.f.