| Charlie's Poetry - Page 3 |
| THE HOLLOWED FLUTE we go driftiiiiing and soundiiiiing like human flutes played by the winds of desire. gusts of life kiss us deeply tossing us in all directions - garrulous gales swinging us upward hanging us upon a mighty bough- other blustery blasts lay us cold and flat burying us face down upon deserted sands. each flute must be individually whittled and worn from barks and branches of nature’s own toil - the conductor sleeps soft and sound waiting to give us a gentle breeze to send us forth into movements that spiral and spin - learning to play dawns slowly within heralding the commencement of a magical mystery that for eternity always just begins. ©charlie elkind 4/1999 |
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| A STILL POOL Peacefulness hangs like a cloud delicate and serene from soft threads of mind sewn with silk; a carefully composed canopy of unspoken thoughts. Peacefulness rides in with utter simplicity woven from silvery sedate waters crested by calm; like a sailboat on silent seas dusted in solitude filled with simple sounds ©charlie elkind 11/14/1999 |
| OUR MYTHIC PAST
the letters on the pages of the book sitting before us are all backwards. containing secret sentences and silent signs that must be read from the other side. we circle around and climb through an open window looking for a backward dictionary of lost words. finding the engraver sitting by a pregnant pool waiting for the next swimmers to arrive. we bow and jump together wholeheartedly into waters of foreign meanings and pools of forgotten phrases. we now live with those weighed words etched upon our inner foreheads allowing any and all who dare to share to be swallowed whole and decidedly decipher those cryptic scripts of we of he and she and back to we. ©charlie elkind 10/17/99 |
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A SIMPLE KISS A tiny tick kissed my blood -- like Judas at his last supper he feasted long and full eating into crevices of my muscles and mind. He left an uninvited guest, a sacrilegious spirochete, that viciously feasted at the formerly arranged table of my heart and health. This unwanted outsider made himself a hearth and home, muscling his way into my joints -- tumbling, tossing and rearranging my inner furniture. He left my external shell in a worn and weary state, painting my house in rude colors of disrepair. Although I hope he’s left; his remnants and shambles faintly remain, clustered within hidden corners, his presence still clouding my windows as I struggle to look out. ©charlie elkind 11/25/2000 |
| PRAYER Pray for what you can not see. Pray clearly for what you can only faintly grasp. Pray silently from the core of your being. Pray for healing. Pray for humanity. Pray lovingly Pray deeply --- pray so deeply that the prayer and the praying become one. charlie elkind ....... Sept. 2001 ( see this poem on the world prayer site at www.worldprayers.org ) |
| ALL CHEWED UP
My little puppy chewing his way into my heart while nibbling on my sleeves. Gnawing his way to the bones toying with emotions running around having a ball of a time. ©charlie elkind 2/5/99 |
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| Seeing Through it All
Looking out the window my eyes are glassed-over one with the pane. charlies elkind |
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| SILENT LISTENING speak to us god, speak -- what’s hidden behind your whitened mask and darkened shadows? a million faces and statues with healing balms pressed upon their lips blended into one kiss, a silent chorus of hummed oneness dipped in subtle fragrances that dance and circle in a soundless song of the Absolute. talk to us god, talk where is your voice where is your voice not heard your silent voice that moves oceans heats the sun sweeps through air and rubs between our fingers as we wash our hands and change our face. our ears rest lightly against the membrane of infinity listening listening listening and all we hear is a heartbeat, like the fluttering of bird wings, it’s the sound of the universe breathing in the sound of the universe breathing out closing and opening like eyelids viewing worlds viewing worlds within worlds while repeatedly turning like timeless wheels circling within wheels. ©charlie elkind |
| OUR SECRET DOCTRINES Days and Nights of Cosmos’ marching ever onward unifying us all within the continuous beating of our breath. A panoramic procession of evolutionary races and rounds marching and circling, turning in time -- a celestial clockwork mirrored in the mundane. Levels of face masks and fields created and destroyed -- its central intention constantly, consciously emanating throughout its fixtures and forms. From naught a vastness slowly uncurls -- its harmony and architecture stretching our minds as we learn its language of method and metaphor of logos and light. -- we live moved within a mystery, speaking a multitude of words secretly, sacredly pronounced as one. ©charlie elkind 02/02/2001 |
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