snow and wind bring messages

"Be grateful for whomever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond"
 ~Rumi

snow and wind bring messages
for those who can quiet down
long enough to let eyes close

and envision nothing
but what is unfolding-
a procession of sentient beings

attaining buddha hood, wearing
no words, but orange robes
swirl in volumes of grace

changing the vision at each pace
persephone manages to step
through the cracks of forgetting

to roll around in her mind,
a mouth full of marbles
clicking to the cadence of

wind storms deep gorge
us in the night of possible
praising prairies before getting

the flimsy meaning of all this
searching without flashlights
trudging back home, up the stairs

celebrating steps of elevation-
listening to the arches of clogs,
to the determination of nikes

neither tied to, nor released from
bondage is just the man from uncle
in disguise- daring you to play charades

with your hair down, shades removed
can you care for anyone who
sings your tune, or do they have to

also worship the same crystals
calories burned at the stake
are you wiling to live for your dreams

or tie die for them, down by the stream
it's snowing, socrates- plato is studying
the snowy questions, and any question

you may ask, will just be added
to the archives of sunning in provence
before your mother was born

but when you father had an inkling
that you would be the driving force
of foreign policies left in the sink

for the length of time it takes
to hem a skirt, on the range
of rocky mountains waiting

to sit down and be entertained
by phantasies sent pony express
by the man who wore out his fountain

pen so long ago; he is now taking
a twelve step program, and swears
he is trying to change all of his inequities-

just wondering- do west coast waters
bring more negative ions-to contribute
to a more serene salivation,

or is it mad red dogs in the night
promising casual sweet nothings
i don't care which-

just let me know
in a sarabande'- swept though choppy
waters, leading to still swan lake longitudes

Kate Lamberg

peek a boo, through snow photo by Kate Lamberg