In-Between Before And After

inbetween before and after

ISBN:   978-0-578-03401-0  (102 pages)

“In-Between Before and After,” a true wordsmith takes the written word and makes literary music.  John’s ability to capture time frame by frame and play a linguistic melody is masterful. His soul rich composition explains human vulnerabilities, ponders whist-filled moments of life and, questions beliefs from St. Francis and Lao Tze to present day spiritualists Tolle and Chopra. In-Between Before and After offers a richly rewarding poetic symphony of highs and lows. Enjoy the musical interlude.

In-Between Before And After

a wind it is said is

the manifestation of the Tao


it is everywhere and nowhere

it is visible only in how the world responds


in itself, it is of no substance

it is noticeable in its’ absence and its’ presence

Lao Tzu says

If on the wind is carried

the consciousness of humankind

what will can change the direction of the wind

for there is but one consciousness

and many ways unconscious

Somewhere in the thinking,

the non physical human element gets lost.

What would cause be

without the shouting mind creating the illusion

that it alone, restrained momentarily by silence,

in effect, can change the face of the wind

You can not hide from the wind

nor leave well enough alone

unless you box yourself in

bury emotion deep to the bone


limbs of trees creak and stretch in the wind

like old dry arthritic bones waiting for the moment

to snap. then, not a stir nor a whisper,

the willow weeps in silence

nothing moves when the wind lies down


then the rustle of air

that hustles from tree to tree

bush to bush, leaving a wake of

momentary silence in its path,

a precursor, of what’s to come.

everything not tied down shivers

Tolle says

We seek the familiar

for in the re-creation of what is known

comfort in the knowing, at least,

regardless the pain, what is

remains in control of the mind.

Leaving nothing behind

fills the present moment

no room for the unknown

nothing to interfere with the past-

future continuum, the safe zone

protected from the winds of change.

what is it really?

a breath of fresh air?

can you taste it, smell it, touch it,

hold it in your hand?

can you capture it

hold it down, change its direction, chase it down?

can you see it

other than a response to its presence?


you can hear it

you can feel it

with the wind in your face

you know you are alive

Bloodworth says

You look out your window and winter has appeared as if out of nowhere.

In your mind it is cold and bitter, wind swept sleet whipping parallel to a

dullgray wallpaper, and you buy into it, a cutting chill down the spine.

Time to change your condition in life.

Inside where it is warm and of comfort, enjoy a mindless moment.  Listen to the music of wind chimes, and the branches of the apple tree tapping on the windowpane.

Time to change your mind about life.

 birds dance in the wind

circle, hover, dip and dive

in the wind they thrive

they play it


wind moves water

Chopra says

If you are who you have been,

mesmerized by memory,

you are not who you think you are

for thoughts today crowd the way

to an understanding of who you are

when the wind stops, not a breeze,

not a whisper of thought.

Silence is the songbird

harmonizing with the soul

it is the sound that carries with it

the in-between before and beyond

Life renewing itself

is the wind that calls your name

catching a glance in mirror

of a momentary you, a reflection in passing

of the essence that remains


wherever it comes from

wherever it goes

it always runs; hot, cold, brisk and bold

soft, sensuous, subtle, uncontrolled

yet consistent with this whirling dervish we stand down on

the wind swipes upon it ever eastward

scurrying in front of a tailwind in search of dawn


there is nothing that stands in its way

in its path everything bends and bows

wind is change

for nothing stays the same

once the wind passes through

Williamson says

Beyond the pale,

a parting of the mist

a whisper of a breeze

in the open window

curtains dancing

experience becomes a choice

in how we perceive

each and every change

a moment subject

to the winds of time

or simply, another miracle

 the invisible hand of sunlight, the spirit of motion

scrambling from the sea, over the mountains,

across the deserts and into the plains

an unseen force affecting the motion of life


the wind can roar like a train passing

through the brain, or whisper

like a fat cat purring in the sun.


it can blow the seeds of discord and conflict,

or in a cool breeze,

on a hot day,

carry with it

the promise of rain

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