Peter
Moffat
Writings
The
Wind Is Blowing
The wind is blowing
and beautiful colored leaves
are falling through the quiet
light of fading summer
A last dance of color
before the inner stillness
of winter
A closing celebration of form
before returning to the ground
to the sleep of winter
Treading the High
Path
Treading the high path
where the angels sing
amid the brilliance of the
sun's light
requires balance and strength
to find one's way
amid the shifting rocks of
time
And sometimes one must close
one's
eyes and walk on in the darkness
with only faith for a guide
and love as a shining beacon
in the distance
Like the Wind
Like the wind, i too
love to play with your hair
and dance in your eyes
and so sing with the trees
whose leaves like poems, are
someday forgotten
And they nourish their mother
whispering
in subtle ways of death and
decay
Yet speak with promise of
beauty
that is eternally flowing
from form to form
beauty to yet deeper beauty.
Sparkling Depths
of Beauty
Sparkling depths of beauty
shining ...
so near yet far away
oh divine eyes ...
Dreams play on half-seen forms
And I bow my soul
in submission
to the wonderful mysteriousness
of our
life’s water flowing together
....
The Dancing World
of Ever New Joy
The wind flutters
catching leaves
rippling waters, dancing shadows
singing trees
Oh divine beauty, shining in
all
in the movement of the light
we are one ...
The Wandering Sea
The wandering sea laughs
as she crosses the dunes
in wind-shipped white foam
waves
I ride here in beauty
between shore and sea
in silence and sound
beyond time ...
Wind River
Range 1991
The wind roars like a banshee
Flattening our tent in waves
of anguish
Splattering raindrops against
the wind whipped nylon
The whole world is in commotion
great heaving upthrusts of
primal movement
And then silence
And the great blue sky opens
up suddenly
and mysteriously like some
unknown flower
And the sun shines on us coldly
....
Poetry
ã 1985-2003 Peter Moffat
Santa Barbara, California
USA
Published by Creations
in Consciousness
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