Streams Of Consciousness

Author Caerus

God

Are there traces of GodIn the clock work turnings of the Sun?The formation of clouds?The tumult of the rains? Does He work within the rooted plants?Hide behind thickets of thorns?Is He like a windblown scentThat sends the dogs a baying?… Continue Reading →

Principal Problem

The principal problem with our global society is that there is no single leader. There is no captain of the proverbial ship of Earth. We have many captains and they are leading us to despair on the shoals of the… Continue Reading →

Fall

Late fall’s crisp air blows across my terraceChilly through my sweatshirtOur summer annuals have gone scraggyBut still hang onMice in the planters are deep in their holesThe cat patiently waits for some signWinter is around the cornerSoon the fresh snowAnd… Continue Reading →

The Bad Timeline

We are a people who lack empathyCasually cruel to our brothers and sistersUncaring of the state of our own houseOf the many wonders it containsWe besmirch it allIn the name of the destroyers: Progress, growth and powerWe take muchGiving back… Continue Reading →

When I Am Gone

When I am goneOrchids will still bloomThe moon bright will still rise in clear dark skiesFoxes will still glide smiling through the woodsWinds will still blow amongst the trees and grassesThunder will still rollRain will still fallWaves will still dance… Continue Reading →

Honeysuckle

Each Spring I watch the Honeysuckle Tendrils burst green with lifeClimbing and twining across the trellis Communing with the witch hazel branches Optimism incarnate is the Honeysuckle It’s flowers friends to bees and butterfliesTheir scent a gift on hot summer… Continue Reading →

The Goose

The goose flapped its wingsTo grab my attentionAs it floated with its gaggleOn the slate grey Hudson“I’m here! Where are you?”For a moment I was thereOn the river bank with the morning wind and the cloudsWhispering of winter

Principles

Be your own man.Live your own life.Keep your friends close.Win your own fights.

Haiku XIII

Breathe In, Breathe Out, CountNothing is unbearableBreathe in, Breath Out, Count

Haiku XII

The boy prince ragesHis stone prize in silence sitsInside throne room walls

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