After the burden of travel
I return to the evergreen valley
with winter light along the rim.
Without wonder the soul becomes weary,
needing the air that stirs the high trees,
cleansing the passages clogged
by the dull weight of repetition.
One lightning stroke of imagination
and the body, racked by the failure to love,
comes alive with original intent,
tearing down the fences of ignorance,
clawing through the debris of vanquished beauty
to the dawn horizon opening in the eastern sky.
Reading of “Original Intent”
Don, I think we are seeing “the lightning strike of imagination” in this poem, as we do each Sunday. Thank you for sending what you create each week.
This captures it Don…
The tidal aspect of our lives..especially the creative life.The interesting and mysterious interplay of our unique nature and our relationship to the muse.
This poem is a wake up call for me and all of us!
A truly divine perspective, Don
Don — I am shocked that the PR guy did not riff on lawyers in his comment above. Your poem beautifully captures what we attorneys do best:
“Lawyers come alive with original intent,
tearing down the fences of ignorance,
clawing through the debris of vanquished beauty
to the dawn horizon opening in the eastern sky.”
Of course, “Original Intent” means something completely different to the conservative members of the current U.S. Supreme Court.” Mike
Thank you, Don!
And HAPPY NEW YEAR to you, too!
Love & Blessings, T
Thanks, Don. The resolve to arise in thanksgiving brings the dawn.
Exquisite Don… thank you, Brother… LU Snowy
Hi, Don, I love the image of returning to the evergreen valley, beautiful in winter, as well as in warmer seasons. The opportunity to reawaken to meaning is ever present.
The dawn horizon opening in the eastern sky, like unto the hills (and You, Don), heralds the Realm of imaginal strokes from whence comes my help. Thank You Muchly, Brother-Man, as Always.
Reality is drawn by the colorful strokes of imagination. To me that is the original intent. Thank you Don for heralding in the New Year with your colorful words expressing the real-ity. Ed
Welcome home from the mind-made world of bedeviled consciousness…
I find that gratitude provides the portal for which the body comes alive with wonder and original intent. It’s all here in this present moment.
Thank you for this poem Don.