THE LOVE OF GRACIOUS GIVING

Hail to those who lift the load for others,
who stand with shoulders of Atlas
and arise with open hearts
and open hands.
Those valued volunteers;
giving of time, sharing their substance,
freely imparting a gift to all.

Their ready response
conveys a clarity, a charity
refreshing us, sustaining us, invigorating us
like a warm gentle breeze --
flowing without
reservation, restriction
or want of reward -
awakening anew
that simple but sweet
blood of caring.

© charlie elkind 2/21/99
THE BLUE RIM

Blue iridescent thoughts
shimmer across my mind -
Idly, I watch schools
of blue goldfish
sailing
swooping
waiting at the rim
of a silvery blue pond.

I stoop to pluck one out
holding it in the hollow of my hand
then silently swallowing it whole
like Jonah
into my holy, unholy gut -
it digests
swims
and flowers
in the cavernous blue ocean
of my stomach.

© charlie elkind 7/12/99
SEEDLINGS

like an acorn
embedded
on a forest floor
our inner seeds
slithers into growth
inching forward
its pathway
concealed and blind --
our awareness
willows its way
through secluded
thickets and thorns
and bursts forth
inward, outward, and upward
towards a light
of maturity --
dying to be reborn.

© charlie elkind  8/31/99
SUBTERRANEAN TRUNKS

roots of the world tree
buried in prayer
sleeping soundly
at the earth's core.

dark, tangled tendrils
entwined
under the soles of our feet.
bare branches
jimmied into joy
breaking free
and opening
like a morning window
to be watered and weathered
from humanity's heartfelt tears.

© charlie elkind 1/12/2000
A BLACK ROSE FROM DEATH
(In Memory of Oliver)

His arrival unannounced -
a bizarre twist of fate
brought Oliver to dwell among us.
Like his namesake of Dickens fame
he abandonedly left his home and hearth
foraging forth to find new friends.
Instantaneously, with canine caring
and mutual sharing
his sweet love was received
with open arms
and warm acceptance.

We now sit
in a circle of remembrance
our hearts tipped with sorrow
and gratefulness,
contemplating our canine companion-
our dear furred friend,
whose furlough and departure
has left us a bit blank, bare -
but steadfastly standing
like winter trees, without barks.

Sniffing, as he tread
upon mother earth -
his life has left for us, a faint trace
a blossomed scent
of love and loss
which still bubbles effervescently and
permeates our past.

His playful wisdom
his intelligent play
springing from a coat of ebony.
His love like a black rose
infused with dignity, loyalty
and a compassionate companionship for all.

Bits of memory resurface;
woodland walks, his beaming slight smile,
his graceful need to be near  -- as he nuzzled
for a continuous scratch behind the ear.
His wistful whimpering, and woeful eyes
petitioning for a taste or touch
and fond reminiscences of
joyous romps and rolls upon the icy snow.
He wagged along
freely, unconditionally
with dogged determination
uniting species
while surrounding us, supporting us
in his innate sense of jump and joy.

Doggone it, we'll miss him!

©
charlie elkind 3/07/99
INDEX
COMPASSION

Love blazes
in the awakened
pulse of compassion-
its nectar nestled
like a newborn child
in the
core of our hearts --
this sweet dew
of living ambrosia
is a divine fire
that gives off
a crystal call
of sweet subtle sounds
that echoes
melodiously
in simple
acts of caring.

© charlie elkind 1/12/2000
HAIL to the PLACE BETWEEN a
SNOWFLAKE and a RAINFALL

We live our lives
Individual
like a snowflake --
 a bit cold,
     a bit unique.

But in reality, each snowflake is really
  a part of the One
  a piece of the puzzle -
  a piece of the pie.

but what is the face of a snowflake
before the weather has turned cold?


feel free to walk out --
     out into the rain,
        when it begins to fall.
Gently,
feel the drops upon your head,
upon your face, upon your hands
feel it falling down , down,
             to the soles of your feet
                drenching the clothes you wear.

let the joyous soaking continue -
raining into your very  marrow
          into the very core of your being.

Time to get a new hat --
the season of snow
will come again soon.


© charlie elkind 04/01/08
THE POINT OF A POEM

the window is open
the air lays fresh and folded
while the rendered sun
cries overhead.--
waiting to be heard.

the shades are drawn
the day's been
roughly sketched out,
but the morning paper
is still undelivered.

I had planned to do the daily
crossword puzzle --
but my pencil
had no eraser
and its tip of lead
remains broken.

I find my fine-point pen,
which is easier to mediate by,
when I want to dot the I.

© charlie elkind 9/27/2006
SNARED IN

A drumming
beats relentlessly
in my chest

hearing
this centered song -
makes it all different

this crying chorus,
dances like an aria of radiance,
filling me with
a dazzling light --

its eternal rhythms
hold secrets
to wondrous
and weary
to behold

the bands around
my neck
are chained with
worldly desires
that
echo melodiously
in my ear

but that silent
eternal drum
hums and rattles
still

pouring out
sounds of freedom --
always awake
just around each  corner ---

A freedom
alive within
each atom --
A freedom
alive within
each breath.

© charlie elkind  05/2008
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