Some New Poems — 2014, Dorian (Ted)

JOURNEY

The morning sun

Delights in the silver-tipped junipers

That hungrily welcomed

Midnight rain.

I am taking a journey

Beyond cleverness.

     Dorian, 8/23/2014

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GIVEN IN TRUST

I trust the field I walk in,

Sacred field of heaven’s bloom.

By what incalculable steps

I entered this domain

I cannot tell.  This only dawns me,

That I must walk as blessing to

The ground that blesses me.

     Dorian, 8/18/2014

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THE FARING WELL

“Go feather light,” she said,

Turning her gaze to the long road.

And so I traveled on and away,

And the road indeed seemed neither

Long nor dreary

But only a dream passage

From and along and toward

Points of reality.

So shall my going be

When it is time to lift beyond this flesh.

I shall go feather light,

Surrendered to her word.

     Dorian, 7/31/2014

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SUMMER STARS

Vega, Deneb, Altair,

Great triangle of the summer sky,

Bringing together

Lyre, Swan and Eagle

To my wondering gaze.

Eagle, the messenger whose

Deep-piercing eye

Scans heaven and earth

To give sweet Orpheus’ lyre

The tones of benediction,

While the thoughtful swan

Flies southward in her own

Sublime oblivion.

All perfect in the heart of night

And in my private human healing heart.

             Dorian, 7/19/2014

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PARADISE

One rose, one bee, one dragonfly, and you

On a clear morning of July.

     Dorian, 7/13/2014

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MANY VOICES

I have heard many voices in my life

And understood them all as if they were

A part of me.  Voices of wrath and strife,

Voices of indignation and despair,

Voices that cut my heartstrings like a knife,

And voices full of tenderness and care.

None of these voices can contentment bring,

Yet all contribute to the song I sing.

Contentment comes when in one moment’s grace

The gathering of a lifetime’s voices blends

Into the bass tone for an interface

Of thought and form.  Then gratitude extends

A welcome and a clear expansive space

For new creation, and the Song descends

Full-fashioned, fresh, melodious and sweet.

Who would not marvel, such a Song to greet?

         Dorian Black, 5/25/2014

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BIRD SONGS UNSEEN

Are you lonely tonight,

Dear little brown mockingbird,

Chirping your tiny heart into

The deep air of midnight?

Or does that answering sweetness

Console and retune you

To the pattern of your birdliness?

I only know that my own heart

Softens with the tender

Dancing together

Of two tiny throats,

Impulsive in the cooling

Breath of summer.

        Dorian Black, 7/2/2014

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THE INNER LIFE

Deep in my heart, Love,

You abide forever.

Here is the resting place

Of your free spirit.

Deep, deep in the waters

Of my sensate soul

You swim your moonlit path.

Yet here am I, Love, too,

Washed in the wondering waters

That are the depth of you.

How can it be, that walking

The silent hills and valleys

Of our own solitude,

We yet remain at home

Each in the other’s heart?

Deep in the mystery of God

One sanctity dissolves

The salt of separation,

One heart, one home, one heaven,

One residence of Love.

        Dorian Black, 6/17/2014

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IN PRAISE OF OLDER WOMEN

Deep night sits silent

In my heart.

The clouded moon rides high

And near to full,

Whiter than all hidden stars.

And I – oh I will sing

This night a song of joy

In the knowing of women –

In the rapture of knowing women

Who once were young, and gloried

In their shy adventurous sleek bodies

And the lust of men who honored them

With songs from the cracking

Of their easily wounded hearts.

These women I sing for

Are no longer sleek nor shy.

They are grand in the naked clothing

Of courage and high majesty.

They have woven themselves a beauty

Undesired and unforeseen,

The beauty of deep night and a moonlight

No pain could overcast.

            Ted Black, 3/14/2014