November 24th, 2011
Nightly in your room
You watch for a white star
That whispered long ago
Of an ancient quest.
Yours are young eyes
Which seldom rise,
Eyes that beseech
For some noble thing
Some heroic measure.
On your altar
A portrait of the master
Behind the candle light
Illuminating amid your skirmishes
On the field of concentration.
Children once free
We turned into proud liegemen.
The valiant fight for their country,
Some for duty, others for gold.
Yet who can hear the precept:
“One’s enemies will be
members of one’s household.”
This night the cup is filled.
Your vigil evokes four trumpets
From near and far
Resounding where you are.
Cosmic child
Far from home
Do you remember circling together
Among the moons of Jupiter?
The royal call
White flowers blown
From the dogwood tree,
Angels of your emerging symphony.
It now demands more than before
More than skill and sacrifice
Nay, your very heart.
What shall eternally fulfill
But the adventure set only for you
The all-consuming quest
For Self-Realization.
© 2011 Ron Herman
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April 27th, 2011
No thought or formula,
No belief or religion
Can stop your wiles
Endless foolery perhaps;
A trickster to crack a trickster.
* * *
I walk along a sandy shore.
The low silvery sun shimmers
liquid metal upon the sea.
Sitting alone,
Legs stretched in front,
A young woman with both hands
Kneeding the sand before her
In slow rhythmic motion,
Forward, then back,
Forward, back.
Her long jeans
Wet [...]
April 27th, 2011
Let us sit by the river.
A long time ago
You were the cool trickling
You lived in yourself as the fishes and plants
Swimming and swaying.
Birds and deer drank from you.
Leaves fell into you.
You were the vigor of the current.
During the day you reflected the sun
at night, the sparkling stars.
These rocks on which we sit,
You unearthed them
And shaped [...]
March 31st, 2011
Never put your luggage
On the seat next to you.
You don’t know
Who the universe will place
there.
It could be a great sage,
A woman with powerful eyes,
An alien just landed from Mars,
Or a lonesome traveler
Like me.
© 2011 Ron Herman
