| Charlie's Poetry - Page 6 |
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| OUR FIRST COURSE, SHARED BY ALL We start with dinner for One. then we set setting for guests. Consciously cooked concepts filled with hidden flavors its sautéed sentences waiting to be digested and swallowed whole at the peak of perfection. Imported words secret and savory gently grilled over an open flame, they radiate - inwardly and outwardly - from a simple open point awakened within the burning core of our hearts. ©charlie elkind 2/03/2001 |
| A HUSHED QUIET The quiet waltzed in, a slow motion dance of solitude - it took the lead surrounding us in a cloud of peace and a draft of gentle breezes. With each breath - the mind more relaxed, falling into a downy pillow of calm - becoming enchantedly enhanced as we fell into the hollow depths of a stilled silence. Listening humbly through soft sacred folds, into the hidden recesses of nature, seeking, sinking us deeper and deeper into its airy cushioned nest. Like the whisper of a newborn - quiet tamely slept, generating secret sounds that echoed serenely, as we silently melted into the vastness of space. ©charlie elkind 10/30/2000 |
| NOTHING NEEDS TO BE SAID Don’t talk to me with words, can’t we say what needs to be said without our wandering tongues tripping tamelessly over themselves. Let our sacred periods of quiet communion express the true language of what pines to be spoken. Our small quiet listener, cowering like some caged bird, must be set free to roam. Freed from the confines and prison of uttered ideas. Remove the sleeping stopper from a bottle of perfume, and its truth and essence no longer remains stopped. Speak softly and slow, like a fisherman hooking each word to the hem of a silent shore, where words and thoughts secretly unite as one. Yes, don’t talk to me with words they say so little of what truly aspires to be said. ©charlie elkind 02/04/2001 |
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| INDEX |
| FLOWER BUDS Distance petals littered leaves the flowers of our being struggle to break out, stand and open free. Deep roots nourished in a blackened soil - enhanced by a rich full crimson Sun, each garden unique with blossoms and blooms flowering in their own season. charlie elkind |
| AROUND THE NEXT CORNER The light on our faces continuously twists and turns throughout the sweep of seasons. We bundle up warm weathering storms as it moves from Summer to Fall and then to Winter’s cold. The dawn’s awakening glaze eventually arrives, illuminating our steaming cups of coffee, as we read our daily papers, flipping the pages remembering how we habitually turn down our sheets and leave our dreams behind. The waking earth steadily turns underfoot leaving us to ponder, spin, and spiral that leads us upward to a distance stairway of stars. charlie elkind 9/10/2000 |
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| THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH When you breathe, become one with the fragrance become one with the total essence of what you love. When you hear, listen with your eardrum become one with the songs that beat softly in your heart. When you see, become one with your eyes -- one with what is seen. and one with what is not seen. When you wake up, become one with the dawn one with the day one with the absolute night and one with the absolute light. © charlie elkind october 27,2007 |
| A HINT OF TRANSFORMATION The lightening whipped and cracked across the sky singing out a warning that something was about to change. it prophesied that nothing would be the same that no -- thing would every carry us home. we patiently watched and waited for what seemed for many as an unrelenting churning and returning of lifetimes and toil. time stood still as the air around us constantly hung heavy and saturated filled with hidden music and majesty -- but nothing came, or at least we thought so -- we didn't ever know what we expected. but maybe what we sought could not be caught, could not be taught, but it IS, it really is THAT -- THAT which was THAT which is That which will be the THAT which came from Naught. so we sat on the ground looking up and waiting -- listening to the snare drums, with their deep dark crackled beat, occasionally interrupted by an electric flash of flight blue blasting across the painted clouds illuminating and intensifying the metaphorical nature of our mundane lives. ©charlie elkind 9/29/2006 |
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| The Tides Do Come In
or Beware of the T-ides that March The water was returning bright red and murky with emotions filled with tainted thoughts and faulty feelings. we receded back we received back those rancid reactions and actions that we engendered from before -- although the hands of time were clinched shut -- shut and waiting -- waiting for each finger to open with the correct consequence. no stone was left unturned no seed, was able to hide from the open air -- no boulder, was bolder then another -- all we could do was "try" and be aware of the avalanche as it headed down the counterfeit mountains we had unconsciously forged but, we couldn't stop we needed to take a drink -- and quench that thirst for release -- which only gets worse closer to the source. ©charlie elkind 10/10/2006 |
| LION AROUND Sometimes I feel like a lion, untied, roaming in the wilderness -- other times I live in a cage, without a key. But in truth, I am a watching, waiting guard, with a door and a lock in a prison that always remains open and free. ©charlie elkind 7/11/2008 |