THE UNSEEN RAVEN OF THINGS    

 
stallion necks    
arc    
in the fresh    
raw stir      
of each new storm    
that comes    
streaming manes      
flow      
in wild    
wild winds      
i see it in    
trees      
in other things    
as well    
in broad      
green arc    
of banana leaves  
resilient  
wind blown dance  
in higher arc    
of swaying palm  
trees fronds  
in arc    
of minds    
which see beyond    
set free    
to run      
so passionately    
through life s exciting    
ripeness    
at every    
new turn    
at every given    
chance    
within life s rich    
miraculous    
free dance    
there is a certain  
experiential  
wordlessnes    
to winter s  
icy breathlessness    
beyond    
what can be said  
with mere  
descriptive words  
alone   
which only    
the hungriest    
of eyes and hearts    
perceive    
through open senses    
in speechless    
silence    
through humbled    
awe    
of greater being    
which untold lifetimes    
have long    
reflected upon    
have tried    
to understand    
though only      
misunderstood    
from the overall    
look of things  
here presently today    
wherein    
some mystic koan    
awaits perhaps    
underlying    
the outer shell    
of every fluid  
passing season  
recyclically  
come and gone  
again  
and again  
and again  
which quietly  
whispers      
within  
the infinitely  
broader context  
of everything else  
of all  
that is  
simply masked  
yet not  
so much hid  
as it is  
simply and merely  
lost  
somewhere  
in the vast  
ever expanding  
mix  
of the sublimely  
ineffable  
greater mystery  
of it all  
both before    
and aft    
their subtle    
segued passing    
hidden so well    
beyond    
the dissonant  
greater  
dance    
of broken shadows  
both moving  
and still  
forever falling  
wherever  
sunlight falls  
as well  
brought on by    
the long forgotten    
though still    
lingering  
vibrational feeling  
which i perceive  
and prefer  
to call  
here now  
the mysterious    
unseen    
raven of things    
where hopefully    
someday    
soon enough now    
somewhere here    
beyond    
all of mankinds    
present madness      
solutions may    
still yet    
one day come    
again    
to find themselves    
resolved    
along with    
all of us    
ourselves    
renewed  resolved    
at long last    
here    
as well  
for just as long  
as we each  
and all  
continue  
to come  
and go here  
over and over  
again and again  
and again  
here in  
the wondrous  
ever mysterious  
greater  
unseen  
raven of things
we
and all
things
are