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Levels
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Speak diligently, strive hard
Seeking to find
Higher truths, awareness levels…
Always use your mind.
First level, fresh mind,
Everything new, white as chalk.
Learned to speak, began to think,
Slowly learned to walk.
Second Level, awkward years,
Body strong, learning right from wrong.
Having fun, wild free years,
Lackadaisical attitude, trying to belong.
Third Level, maturity, responsibilities,
Striving to fulfill our dreams,
Different places, varied faces,
Drowning in waterless streams.
Fourth Level, yearning yet stable,
Successful, empty, desire burning.
Appreciation of art, beauty, humanity,
Thoughts always churning.
Fifth Level, consciousness abides.
A foreboding feeling,
Something surely missing,
Emptiness, realization stealing.
Sixth Level, words like stone,
Deep impressions stand alone.
A deep, soft voice says, “Welcome,”
Chill inside my bones.
Seventh Level, deep voice, all-wise,
Henceforth and upwards is paradise,
Length, depth and breadth,
Measured with cubic rod.
Speak with praise forevermore,
Wrapped in Love,
Praise His Holy name for
You now speak with GOD!
My Dream
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I dreamt of hunting buffalo
And long grass shimmering in the sun.
I saw cold, crystal clear mountain streams,
With its banks bordered by wild flowers.
Away up high, almost a speck against the light blue sky,
A bald eagle surveys his realm.
Although it’s spring time in my dream,
The distant, hazy, purple mountains
Still wear their caps of white.
The air is clean and fresh
And filled with the smell of growing things.
The white-trunked aspens
Keep sentinel in their quiet beauty.
Life is simple but hard.
Man fulfilled his dreams by the strength of his hand,
Sweat from his brow, and cunning of his mind.
He became one with his surroundings.
The world was sustained by natural order,
And it was good.
When I awoke,
I realized that I’m but a dinosaur
Transplanted into a modern time and world.
White Water
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Mighty canyon river coursing through
Millions of years of life.
You are truly a highway through the
Rugged wilderness.
Your quiet stretches of tranquil water
Soothes my nerves and is tonic to my mind.
Your white water turbulence excites me
And offers me its cold spray challenge.
Aquatic life inside you offers
Boundless pleasure to my hand and palate.
Teeming life along your shores
Bring beauty to tired eyes.
Though I don’t see you often enough,
You’re never far from my mind.
Of all man’s known treasures,
You are cherished above all.
When I’m gone, you’ll still be there
For all to come and see.
This thought gives me pleasure.
Maybe you’ll find more friends like you and me.
Remember When
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
The way we were blends
Into the way we are.
The way we are
Becomes the way we were.
The way we were becomes
“Remember when?” And
In each other’s eyes
We’ll be young again!
I Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
I Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
And a horse named Opportunity
Gallops off into the sunset
Carrying an empty saddle!
Life and Death
This short poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Life and death are like a highway
Separating two major cities,
Through my eyes seen.
Travelers go and come, fast or slow,
With many turnoffs and side attractions in-between.
Failure
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
Never fear life’s failures, for they are the
granite building blocks that make a solid
foundation in life — provided one perseveres.
Controlled Strings
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
Life, like a marionette,
One breath, one step, one day at a time,
Dancing to monotonous music, but—
Who controls the lines?
Continuation
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
To each is given his portion of elixir
Or ambrosia of life,
And, like high-test rocket fuel,
Propels us in all endeavors, happiness and strife.
Changing tides bring flotsam and driftwood
Up from ocean’s deep measure,
Casting them on beaches to bleach white
And await nature’s further pleasure.
Thistle puffballs, blown by winds of change,
Are swirled and elevated,
Waiting patiently for sun and rain,
Settling quietly to earth, tempest’s flight abated.
Earthquake, flood and blizzard are
Simply nature’s greater forces,
Instilling awe, humbling man to an unknown source,
And given time, purges all from her chosen course.
Death ends all life, choosing no sides,
As force of nature erupts and collides.
Time is the unrelenting referee
In command of sun, moon, seasons and tides.
Flowers bloom, birds nest, and fish spawn.
Sunrise heralds another dawn.
Earth, streams, and ocean relinquish their bounty twain.
By His grace, the cycle starts once again.
Taking a Chance
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Life is like a flower garland,
Held close by those who dare
To flow in kindred spirit
With the risk to share.
Listening to life’s sweet music
Inside, on the inner ear,
Flowing with a greater force
That trumpets ever clear.
Words can’t and don’t
Ever hold them bound.
Deep inside, where Love abides,
They hear only spiritual sound.
Lucky those who grasp this thought,
Its essence foremost in mind.
Through their days of treadmill race,
They conquer each daily grind.
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