Burn The Leaves (Redux)

Note: The first version of this poem appeared last fall. I reworked it and I think it's better. As for yoga, bronchitis has had me down but I hope to be back in the room soon. Namaste.

BURN THE LEAVES (Redux)  

Autumn comes again

the land begins to cool

Summer's heat will dissipate --

Dreams and passions never do.

Winter has yet to show

Its cold and furrowed brow

Spring is many months away

The time to clean is now

The trees have just begun to turn 

From green to red and gold

But this is not a time to grieve --

Rise up! Stand tall!!

Be bold!!!

So gather up the leaves!

Pile them high in the setting sun

And along with those dying leaves 

Pile up the dreams

And hopes that were undone

You see, in nature nothing is lost

Matter merely changes form

As a phoenix must dissolve into ash

In order to be reborn

So set that pile of leaves alight

Watch them smolder and burn

Warm yourself in the soft firelight

And let your dreams and hopes return

Copyright 2015 DTP

We Are All Warriors

I came across this poem a few days ago. It has stuck with me ever since and I read it nearly every day. I want you to read it and simply remember we are warriors, one and all. 

Namaste. 

"Warrior of the Light"

By Paulo Coehlo 

"Every Warrior of the Light has been afraid to enter combat.

Every Warrior of the Light has betrayed and lied in the past.

Every Warrior of the Light has lost faith in the future.

Every Warrior of the Light has trodden a path that was not his own.

Every Warrior of the Light has suffered because of unimportant things.

Every Warrior of the Light has doubted that he is a Warrior of the Light.

Every Warrior of the Light has failed in his spiritual obligations.

Every Warrior of the Light has said yes when he meant no.

Every Warrior of the Light has hurt someone he loved.

That is why he is a Warrior of the Light:

He has endured all of this, and not lost the hope to improve.”

Pieces

Nothing more than some raw poetry at three in the morning. 

Pieces of people 

Are all you see

Never grasping the whole

Of what they might be

Look with your eyes

See with your heart

Take all of them in 

From the very start.

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Pieces on the floor

Tiny slivers, larger shards

Each a dagger, slicing me open

Wounds real and perceived

Draining me to the core.

*************

Pieces of a puzzle

Try to make them fit

Can't see the picture 

Make no sense of it

So tired 

Need to rest

Dawn comes

New day, new test

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We always share

Pieces of ourselves

Small, 

Carefully portioned and packaged

Giving you the best

Hiding the rest

The dark, the deep, 

The innermost parts we are not proud of

Or comfortable with. 

You take those few pieces

Try to make them fit

But there are always holes

And you cry, "To hell with it!"

Take all the pieces out,

Put them all together

It's the only path to love. 

Complete. 

Forever. 

Meet Me In The Orchard

Meet me in the orchard 

And we'll walk among the trees. 

We can drink in the sun and dance together barefoot until we fall, 

Laughing, to our knees. 

We can sing the song in our hearts, we can lift it to the sky 

Without fear of reprisal

or someone asking, "Why?"

For a while, we can leave behind the anger, disappointment, and pain. 

We can hold each other close, and, for a precious moment, become one once again. 

So meet me in the orchard. 

Please hurry. Time is short. 

For soon I must be leaving you

And set sail for my soul's next port. 

Under The Autumn Moon

I want to walk with you, hand in hand,

Under the autumn moon. 

I want to learn about you and how you came to be:

Were you an only child, were you one of two or three?

Were your parents there for you? Was there hostility?

Did you have friends who cared for you, or were you always lampooned?

What memories do you carry with you

Under the autumn moon?

I want to walk with you, arm in arm,

Under the autumn moon.

I want to learn more about you 

And how you came to be. 

Tell me how it felt

The first time your heart fluttered,

The first time you kissed someone,

The first "I love you" uttered. 

Did you give your heart of your own free will,

Or was it stolen away?

Was it treated well, then given back, 

Or was it crushed, broken, left to decay?

Does your heart still ache, or are you now immune?

Speak to me of your heart 

Under the autumn moon. 

Stay with me a little longer

Under the autumn moon. 

I want to share myself with you; 

Tell you how I came to be. 

I want you to know my hopes and fears, 

And the things that I've done wrong. 

Let me tell you of dreams undone

And my favorite dancing song. 

I'll tell you what stirs my soul

And sets my heart afire. 

I'll tell you how much I fear this life

And of the people I admire. 

So sit with me a little longer,

For the sun is rising soon.

Sit, and talk, and laugh with me

Under the autumn moon. 

Burn The Leaves

Autumn comes again,
the land begins to cool.
The summer's heat dissipates --
dreams and passions never do.

Winter has yet to show
its cold and furrowed brow.
Spring is many months away.
The time to clean is now!


The trees have just begun to turn
from green to red and gold.
But this is not a time to grieve --
Rise up! Stand tall!!
Be bold!!

Gather up the leaves!
Pile them high in the setting sun
And along with those dying leaves pile up
the broken dreams
the silent regrets
the hopes that have been undone.

You see, in nature nothing is lost;
Matter merely changes form
As a phoenix must dissolve into ash
In order to be reborn.

So set that pile of leaves alight.
Watch them smolder and burn.
Warm yourself in the soft firelight
and let renewed hopes and dreams return.




  Copyright 2014 by Do The Posture