Whispers of the Heart

if love visited me tonight,
would i be the same?

if love touched you tonight,
would you remember his name?

if love visited us tonight...
would we dance beneath the sheets,
or return to the safety of our restless shame?

duplicity and reckless steps are sometimes the symptoms
of passion, but never the cause.

passionate glances, soft touches,
long kisses and dark dreams...
relevant modus operandi.

the nectar saturates my tongue...
canvasses my loins ~
and pierces my heart.

what if love touched us tonight?

would we both be the same?

Gregory

Passion and Grace

Passion and Grace...
a conflagration that touches the listless and dying, searing the despair and hopelessness from human forms...
embracing the child in all of us -
Divine Bellows resounding through all and everything..... His Holy Spirit renewing the old with the new.
Displacing the sour wine with the eternal fruits born of His Salvation .
This Flame still lives within me...
It is born of His Spirit...This Flame that He allows me to hold...to carry on.
Divine Mother of God!  Help me to fan the flames of His Holy Presence -
of His Merciful Love...
of His timeless compassion for all of His children.
Amen.

(Gregory)

notes # 26

tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face...

unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence...

i watch the blue fog slowly move in,

penetrating each and every glance of mine eye...

it is time now, like before.

i watch the blue train slowly pass by ~

soon to be a passenger warming my feet in
in her cabin,
passing in review before her porters and residents.

what will they see of me?
who will i let them see?
not me...
not now...
i want to ferry the passageways incognito....
empty and void is how i feel,
still warm,
but too cold to feel...

like this blue train...
like this choking blue smoke...
like the blue cloak of the morning fog.

meloncholy is my mask and mood,
just now...
for this short ride to nowhere.

Ode to Amergin

When I sit upon this granite rock and look out
across the sound...
everywhere I see parts and parcels of my total being:

I am the woodrose...

I am the river and its course...

I am the Sun from the East...

returning to the West.

I am the death of a child..

I am the anticipated birth of another.

I am the breath...

and bellows of this frame...

I am grateful for this moment .



(Gregory O'Seasnain)

There are Many Tall Trees

There are many Tall Trees"




I stopped by the old court today,

where the Oak and Hickory stand tall,

there are many tall trees here,

all dressing for the eve

and the fall...



When I question my self- worth,

when I hunger for answers...

I come to this grove,

here... there are many Tall Trees...



As their shadows sweep the sidewalks

and carress the faces of the children at play...

I think of my own childhood friends and our endless pastimes under these same trees...

pastimes displaced by the elements of time and fate...

seemingly not noticed by the stand of Oak and Hickory....

rendering me a Grace that permits me to remember the child still at play here within me-

my essence gleaned from the joys, despair and forgetfulness of my own years,


(G. O'Seasnain)

A Bystanders Soliloquy

Where do I go from here?
My question seems to glance the face of the evening sky and disappear into the darkness...
and yet all is not for naught, futility is but a springboard for another chance...
a chance to taste the mornin' dew; renewing my spirit afresh with hope,
and child-like expectations.

This Moment (revised 2010)

Time is no more....

as my senses seem to taste the surroundings;


the crow calls and the door slams shut.

Breathe.

Thoughts still pour relentlessly into my mind...

stirring the bowl of contemplation.

I hold them not...and they go,

to make room for others...

Impressions of fear and loss......

of sensibilities retained for much too long;

slowly disappear, like chasing a forgotten dream.

....no raindrop, no breath of wind, no scent goes unoticed....

as they approach and leave the shore of my mind...

New horizons are opened....new vistas beyond.......

I feel my Heart breaking from its cast and slumber,

soon to be blazing a trail of certitude and countenance I've never known ......

it is Now ...

to where I must return.

(Gregory)