Ute's Poetry and Musings

THE MIND

Primordial mists
Surround my brow,
Yet mind and brow
Are manifest expressions of the mind.
And mind cannot be cut into a thousand pieces
As light cannot.

Still mind can choose
To close its eyes against its light,
Can dream, instead.

And in that dream
Can scramble, crawl and slither,
Alone and running yon and hither
Within its own dark,
Empty spaces imagined to be real,
Quite cut-off from its source –

Until one day or night,
All in its own good season,
It comes to know itself
As that white crystal-clear,
And sunny dispositioned
Inner light:
That light of love and reason

RAPPING

A blank piece of paper,
A pencil or pen:
A thought in my mind
Jumped out at me when
I least had expected
A sentence to form.
I can tell that it isn’t
My habit, or norm.
It’s like waiting to see
What my inner self brings
To my outer, my conscious.
I’m passive. It flings
Thoughts at me hoping
That I put them down
Trusting, that I find
The right phrase, or noun.
It’s a little like rapping
I’m sure you can see
In the way I feel happy,
Creative and free.

FATHER TIME

6-17-2007=23=5

In a year that sums to 9,
A number cherished and divine,
Father’s Day – it can be seen –
Falls on June, the seventeenth.
6-17 sums to 14,
Which sums to five, a number pristine.
Now, add the year’s 9 and get 23.
It still sums to five.
How can this be?
It’s because of the 9 which, in German as “nein”
Means: don’t add a thing. That number’s divine!
Oh, just one more thing between me and you,
Time’s an enigma: elusive, and true.

B E L I E F S (II)

They fall like leaves from trees.
In due course, others follow these.
As a tree needs leaves
To live and to be,
So beliefs are the leaves of humanity.
One leaf, or belief,
We might as well chance it,
And see what’s in store.
A belief in the good
Can turn things around.
In the blink of an eye
The answer is found.
We have made the trnasition. We have altered the end.
It’s a brand-new beginning!
To continue the trend of ushering in this new coming age
In our minds let us see
An earth loving, creature loving, utterly benign,
Strong, safe, supportive, almost divine world,
A world we have yearned for but did not know.
That in order to grow,
Though we have our beliefs,
We, ourselves, are the tree.

B E L I E F S (I)

They fall like leaves from trees.
In due course, others follow these.
As a tree needs leaves to live and to be,
So beliefs are the leaves of humanity.

A belief in the good turns things around.
In the blink of an eye the answer is found.
We’ve made the transition.
We have altered the end.
It becomes a beginning, and
We finally, finally, understand.