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Rick’s Writing
Ever since I was a child, writing has been an outlet and a haven for me. In my earliest years I wrote poems and stories. When I discovered music in my teen years songwriting became my preferred approach. Singing and playing guitar added a dimension of performance that deepened the power and experience of expression. I wrote for the most part to remain essentially sane in what seemed, to me, to be an insane world.
I no longer see sanity as the only goal of writing. For each of us writing anything from a simple verse or journal entry to a full-fledged work of art can keep us centered in truth. The world around us plays fast and easy with the truth. It is a task of amazing balance to keep centered in the truth of love and compassion. I write now to keep centered in that truth and to share my truth with you.
Sometimes when writing I feel the hand of inspiration on me. I occasionally sense an unseen consciousness gifting me with some morsel of beauty or knowledge. I feel that writing can be that connection to inspiration for anyone.
Please feel free to enjoy and muse over my work/play. Down load anything you like and read it someplace beautiful and peaceful. And please begin to write yourself, connecting with the powerful truth that resides within your center.
Images on a Rock Wall
Bare feet on dusty paths
Silent watching over grassy plains
Chanting ancient rhythmic songs
On air beaten by a thousand wings
To keep the covenant of dreams
Shepherds of a magic sphere
Painted images on sacred rocks
Quiet power in line and form
Sustaining life in all its patterns
Drawn from the searing breath of dreams
Spirits spiraling into flesh
Come to sing the song unchanged
The Cat
I put milk away and slip a dish into the machine
When the cat runs quietly across my mind
She’s like a wisp of smoke now here then gone
Years ago I had a cat named Juanita
A delicate little tiger cat with peach colored fur
Around her tiny understanding face
She looked at the weirdness of my daily life
Through her luminous alien eyes
I tried my best to care for her
But walls were melting into Timothy Leary
And while wandering barefoot through an enchanted forest
I would remember she hadn’t eaten in days
She would remind me that I hadn’t eaten in weeks
She would push her face into my hand and I would understand
There is a sound that proceeds the ringing of a phone
And when a lover leaves….you already know that it’s coming
I finish cleaning the kitchen while thinking of my day
In an hour I will sit across from a client whose husband
Has left her..passing forever into the night
She couldn’t wake him for work…his eyes wouldn’t open
She put his hand to her face to understand
That she had heard the sound of his death
Pass between them weeks before like a small soft cat in the dark
Purring some secret contentment
On her way home to the stars
Where Will You Be
Stepping into the cooler shade
From the white hot glare of sun
I am already reeling, lightheaded
Walking miles by cafes and sand
Ocean sounds cleansing, forgetting
A sea of voices, laughter, music
Peeling away layers of routine
The palm’s shadow is slender, moving
Where would we be without darkness
Entering into hidden folds of dreaming
I am clothed in my own skin
And your breath is sweet with becoming
Who you really are, here in paradise
Angels whisper to us when we close our eyes
Visions clamor and chatter like parrots
Dreamers pace by on the boardwalk
Back and forth on the open ward
Where would we be without madness
The universe has other plans for us
There are signs everywhere
Planes with trailers cry happy hour
And the ocean waves and beckons
Your lives don’t fit anymore
They have shrunk like last season’s bathing suit
Naked at last we can really feel
That time is a cool wind blowing and asking
Where will you be?
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