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
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
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
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
Beyond the pale,
a parting of the mist
a whisper of a breeze
in the open window
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