Venusian Air: 2018

Sun greets Earth

a hearty slap

hot and sassy

Leo

Heart strings

playing in the sunshine.

Nobility

out standing star sublime,

to set each day in tune.

Lilting aria of blessing, rising

glow of precious light

expresses pure and true.

Brilliant notes pour, glisten, through

radiant delight.

Enchanted child-king exuding golden hue.

That's how I think of you.

In wild’s kingdom

all manner of creatures

thrive, explore, as before

the invasion.

Eagles soar.

Lions roar.

Whales sing.

Humans open

veiled third eye.

Sun Rise

Early pinks ascend from eerie violets.

Sun’s lifting eye twinkles like a happy kitten,

tummy exposed for adoration.

Omens, prophecy, hope for enduring happy returns

blossom to a

rhythmic peak

sending out, sending out, sending out

radiant vibration.

Stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.

Loved and protected by gods, smitten with ecstasy.

Fortune favors elegance, grace of presence,

true nobility beyond codes of legend.

Borne on Sun's warm rays, a'smile,

a welcome lift for all hearts’ desires.

Festivities, sparkling lights and

generosity

bless time of joyful grandiosity.

Rise in salutation to this Summer star.

Celebration waves through the streets, with drums,

lucid bells, a call to play

Carnival cheer brings heat to flame

Chants blend to sing with drinks and games

Grand gestures expand, to applaud such a day

fueled by smiling Sun.

Strum gallant minstrel, of wander's ways.

Tumble

into

song singing hallelujahs,

place of play, haunted

by pretty memories

tinged gold in sunshine.

Midsummer twilight,

fairytales brought back from sleep.

Sprinting across that abyss

beauty simple, profound.

Like a warm evening on the beach, all woozy from sunshine.

Tingle of sea breeze, that ocean scent of the wild.

As the sun recedes, cooling, refreshing, yet still a lazy summer eve.

Oh that luscious feeling, that overflow of quiet release.

Move inward

as Sunlight descends.

Cob-webbed lantern, too weak to flame,

forgotten among rusted childhood trains, stranded tinsel,

abandoned hero’s fantasies.

Loyal Leo will lick your wounds

refresh with nature's might

All our world a whirl of sound

love and luck will soon rebound

Charmed music fills the air with glee

Play, dear gypsy, wild and free

No fears to scale your flight

All in a Summer's night

If the sky could, it would dream of stars nova bright raining through galactic clouds.

ebbing outward

gentle ripples

bathed in sunshine ease

Eyes burn with hazy summer wine and wilding

Feet connect dust to sky -- but only in designated

spheres, with designated peers, self-selected inhibitions

Sweat out poison into the ground; now, eat the bounty

Midsummer farce, far from honor, far from sunrise,

counting out the chimes as if time were treasure

Silly summer madness as if what matters

is so circumscribed, so predictable

I need to tell a tale

of fantasy and careless

leaning into tall grass,

fruited trees, languid leaves,

brilliant sunshine warming

soporific

melting melodies

receptive to pleasure;

balming luscious nectars,

warm melt of sunshine,

elation, charismatic exultation.

I am in awe, a true believer;

not on my knees in supplication.

Supine, welcoming grace.

hero

Pearls iridescent from the Sun

Diamonds extracted from the Moon

Gold-dusted silks from

exotic worlds.

Valued in danger, chances of doom in transit

from there to here.

Fine old wood,

mellowed wisdom

tasting of Earth,

eloquently regales with tales

sage and pure.

Young Percival took knight’s oath seriously. To protect and to serve King and country.

The old King afflicted, declining, perhaps dying. Soul sickness they said.

Crops fail to thrive. Floods, droughts, oppressive climate. The peasants too sicken,

die, live while they do hungry with poverty, disarray.

In a vision, Percival beholds the Holy Grail – dazzling jewels upon a golden chalice,

generating elixir of immortality.

Filled with such reflection, he hastens in the direction of adventure. He leaves the dying kingdom

to its decline, in search of a promised land’s magical curative power. Thinking not of King or country,

roused by urgent ecstatic pounding he knows to be

his own heart.

Where do you ride, fair Percival?

Off to find the healer's Grail?

Learn your song and tell your tale.

Become a son of Sky and Earth

and rain

to return with the wizardry you gain

some wondrous day.

Break the curse.

Expel the kingdom's pain.

He seeks the skills of seers, demons, subtle sorceries and charms. Growing ever

stronger, healthy exercise, happy purpose enrich his will. Over terrible trials

and deceptions, treacherous opposition, ever nearer his divine prize appears.

These trials are key. They test mettle while bestowing lessons, confidence,

resource acquisition, glimmerings of wisdom. The prize glitters, shines, glows

brilliantly in auric distance, delineates focus, a clear point, fixed star to contemplate

through twisting, turning, misty mythic roads.

Sometimes the brick is yellow. Some paths are more intuitive, furtive steps in dark,

brambly forest, hostile terrain.

Percival knows what a hero does. A hero perseveres. A hero scales the tower to free

the enslaved damsel; goes where others dare not tread because fear is his worthy companion.

Trudging, fighting, sometimes dazed, momentarily forgetting his quest, he perseveres.

He need but give pause, look beyond to see his Grail shining, calling him forward.

Of course, he reaches the Grail, discovers the codes, incantations, ensorcels dragons,

defies giants, generally blazes through to capture his destiny.

Returning triumphant, he brings joy to the kingdom, drop-kicks the curse, cures the old King

of soul malady, is gifted the throne to wisely guide his subjects into delightful prosperity.

So the story goes.

pure essence to ignite.

Saddened, enraged, radiant,

tempered to exquisite artistry.

The man who would flow with the forces

of nature,

in touch with combust eternity,

child of the Sun.

Walk to the Sun

When I was a child, it was an old shaman

in our village who told the story.

"We used to walk to the Sun.

We would bring back gifts for the grain.

Everyone was happy.

Today, no one walks to the Sun. No one tends the grain.

No one is happy."

Lately, I understand that

it was not the actual Sun in the sky

of which he spoke. It was that shining

place in our heart that lets us know how to do what is right.

I’m taking a walk to the Sun; want to come along?

Welcome arising in our hearts,

Anointing our many-colored soul.

Take in the day

Rejoice in the sunshine

We are alove and strong

In primeval paradise

Upon a windswept beach

Our eyes, our arms

Raised in blessing

Totality is ours

There is no darkness.

I walk softly in the morning.

Drink awakening dew, sunbeam blessed.

I take what has always been mine,

cherish magnificence

and leave rough visions

of apocalypse to human eyes.

prides

Titania rises on her heels

claps her hands with glee

to see royal rangers clear the field

for her jamboree.

Her noble guests arrive at last.

Grand table's set to break their fast.

Lavish feast for this ravenous class

to exalt their victory.

The royal band breaks out in waltz

for revelers’ employ.

Nary a note may ring out false.

We're all here to enjoy

a raucous tribute to our fleet.

So raise your voices, stamp your feet,

privileged as renowned elite

to treat our vanquished as a toy.

To those who watch beyond closed gates

silly revelers at play

feeding the fire of long held hates

this is a different day.

"Fiddle dee dee" partiers bray with scorn,

mocking the starving and care worn.

But soon they'll rue the day they've borne

as their world turns dank and grey.

As a new star ascends over fields and trails,

sparks audacious fete of change.

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Leo (for John)

Heart strings
playing in the sunshine.
Nobility
out standing star sublime.
Ability to set each day in tune.
A lilting aria of blessing.
Air of precious light
singing pure and true.
Brilliant notes pour, glisten, through
the shade.
A melody, a glade of golden hue,
that's how I think of you.