Welcome to the Landing Zone for forays into another country, a creative works country populated largely by gentle beasts of a collective mind. And sure, here is warfare as our virtual reality offers authenticity; however, the aim is to gather scattered consciousness into baskets for weaving into threads of the mind – peace, sisters and brothers, toward peace.
Expect hawking (pitching sales) of books and music; we survive in a cacophony of energy exchange systems and among them, unfortunately high on the totem, is money – scratch, bucks, lucre (filthy or otherwise).
New slices from pies fresh out of the oven will be available weekly or daily as the muse inspires, in short videos and printed lines of poetry and/or narrative.
Welcome, and if you, fellow traveler, have snippets of creative fare please send samplings to us to possibly share alongside our own scatterings on this website:
earthskyweb@cs.com
Introduction to our current project:
Conscious Scattering of dust: echoes and more
... is a compilation of old, revised, and new poems "toward a complete anthology" of the author's poetry. First publication is scheduled in September 2021: print books and ePub files are available for sale here on our website.
Excerpts:
Forward
Truth escapes us.
We paw at its periphery, discern vague shapes of its face. But ever will truth elude us, is beyond our finite grasp.
This revelation does not mean we should cease trying to find what is true, however, this searching for the core of life's reality is a constant thread in our being, in all our experience.
How is truth related to time and space?
All are realities of existence, of life defined beyond egg and sperm notions we fragile things on earth imagine.
And if we were more aware, would we realize the spark within our dust is not frail and fragile at all, but is that alpha and omega which survives.
cdf, 2021
Dedication
Conversations linking souls in passage
U.S. plains to China
the wide ocean
connections to sands of long ago
We are more than unheard cries at night, who
come in pain and agonize upon the rack a spell
before falling into a frigid sea
We have shed our cloaks
upon the forest floor
celebrated in redwood groves
danced circles above the wind
lives filled, overflowed
with visions of ages past, ages yet to be
and the orphan has shared bread with us, may
recall our names on return to castles
beyond time
Crowds suckle on the earth, and
all are brothers, sisters
yet how few the intimate
sprinkled upon each corner of the world
To this family
are these words
this scattering
of dust
dedicated
cdf, 1990 (revised 2021)
We Perceive Too Little
Extreme are depths wherein we swim
As well, majestic mountains rise
where falls our shadow in flight
There are worlds and worlds-within-worlds
whirling around inside and through us,
none far away, and we perceive so little
of their music, of which we are composer, player
Traveling
I travel to where I have been
in a circle
spiraling
slowly
toward
home
Risky words
Beware dissecting lines and rhymes, for
fear of sliding through sewer grate,
liquid fragments
dripping down through
sand and clay, into subterranean
times and places, not being whoever
you had imagined you being here
Watch for new copy!
