Tomas B.
A Collection of Five Poems
Tomas B.
grew up in New England and has worked in many fields from emergency medicine
to commercial fishing as well as teaching wild crafting. Through out his
life he has maintained a religious respect for nature. He believes there
is an energy that is life it self in all things. And it is that energy that
makes all life connected and part of a circle. And he tries to express images
of this in his writing...
Mushrooms say the strangest things
Life runs before the Suns radiance
The ultimate wave of creation
All thoughts, consciousness, meaningless!
But for the moment, the now.
I surf the wave creation,
it carries the now for ever.
It has no voice but the Wind.
And the endless vistas of all that
lies with in what cannot be spoken.
Like endless waves, with no shore.
So is the crash of the moment, the now.
It is silent but for those immersed with in.
I surf the wave creation.
Surrounded by it's vastness.
Again and again, we allow it
to slip past unnoticed but for the
sweep of the second hand
the minute hand the hour strikes
half past a life time of not seeing
what is!
So is the condition of man....
Being In It
A calm across flowing green
The air still with a pulse of heat
The craft that is silence
Inhaling all that is in a breath
Again I am touched by it all
Again I touch it all
And with a yearning of appreciation
I make this my prayer
That I know I am not alone
They are here with me
Below, above, and all around
It is they who speak
In the sound of the Wind
In the green of the grasses
In the return of the Cicadas
and the Birds that sing.
I manifest my connections to here and now....
The air still with a pulse of heat
The craft that is silence
Inhaling all that is in a breath
Again I am touched by it all
Again I touch it all
And with a yearning of appreciation
I make this my prayer
That I know I am not alone
They are here with me
Below, above, and all around
It is they who speak
In the sound of the Wind
In the green of the grasses
In the return of the Cicadas
and the Birds that sing.
I manifest my connections to here and now....
Pray of Everyday
As the Earth turns my spirit yerns.
It is because my heart is with her?
Alone in the throngs of the unconscious.
She is all but forgotten, but for those!
Soon to be gone.
Soon to be gone.
They know where they are from.
And they know where they are going.
Not to a heathen hell.
They need no forgiveness.
But back to their mother.
Back to their relations.
To live on in all that lives.
To all that breaths.
All that is in beauty.
All that is in motion.
All that is in balance.
We will live again.
Thanks and gratitude.
The prayer of every day....
It is because my heart is with her?
Alone in the throngs of the unconscious.
She is all but forgotten, but for those!
Soon to be gone.
Soon to be gone.
They know where they are from.
And they know where they are going.
Not to a heathen hell.
They need no forgiveness.
But back to their mother.
Back to their relations.
To live on in all that lives.
To all that breaths.
All that is in beauty.
All that is in motion.
All that is in balance.
We will live again.
Thanks and gratitude.
The prayer of every day....
Awaken
Awaken to amber hues.
A crush of cold presses me.
The din of a memory.
Of the Suns embrace.
Beckoning a song,
of another season
that is to be.
Gone from this place,
or a memory that was.
Alone in this space,
I occupy.
Do you see, hear, smell,
and taste all that I?
What is of God?
Is it herald in great halls?
Or is it in the hills and valleys
of my emotions?
Can it be captured in an image?
And if so what of its expression?
God is in the grace of a new day.
And the beginning of a new season.
All is a gift of the Love of our God Earth!....
A crush of cold presses me.
The din of a memory.
Of the Suns embrace.
Beckoning a song,
of another season
that is to be.
Gone from this place,
or a memory that was.
Alone in this space,
I occupy.
Do you see, hear, smell,
and taste all that I?
What is of God?
Is it herald in great halls?
Or is it in the hills and valleys
of my emotions?
Can it be captured in an image?
And if so what of its expression?
God is in the grace of a new day.
And the beginning of a new season.
All is a gift of the Love of our God Earth!....
Breath of The Earth
Can you here it?
It's the breath of the Earth .
In the songs of the birds.
In the life of the insects.
All that is motion.
And all that is color.
Is the breath of the Earth.
That is our relations.
That is why we cry.
Though we leave one form.
We become many.
And we too become.
The breath of the Earth! ....
It's the breath of the Earth .
In the songs of the birds.
In the life of the insects.
All that is motion.
And all that is color.
Is the breath of the Earth.
That is our relations.
That is why we cry.
Though we leave one form.
We become many.
And we too become.
The breath of the Earth! ....
Raven Eyed Gypsy
Shadows dance upon the Earth
as the last light of day casts long
before me.
Spreading far, stretching across the
great mother river.
The resonance of my spirits joy at the close
of a day, the gift of life, the gift of god.
And welcome that world of dark
the world of shadow.
Mystery dance before the fire,
before my hungry eyes with a stare
from dark smoldering eyes of the
raven eyed gypsy.
The pleasure, to be lost in her gaze.
You move and sway in a way, ah the fires
the flame, it blushes with shame before
such beauty.
It is a dream to be lost in the depths
the dark pools that are the eyes
of my mistress the night.
Carry me in the rhythm of your enchantment
beyond all light.
To a place of only feeling the touch,
your touch, that echoes through all
that I am.
To grasp that magic that is
the sweet surrender to your dark embrace....
as the last light of day casts long
before me.
Spreading far, stretching across the
great mother river.
The resonance of my spirits joy at the close
of a day, the gift of life, the gift of god.
And welcome that world of dark
the world of shadow.
Mystery dance before the fire,
before my hungry eyes with a stare
from dark smoldering eyes of the
raven eyed gypsy.
The pleasure, to be lost in her gaze.
You move and sway in a way, ah the fires
the flame, it blushes with shame before
such beauty.
It is a dream to be lost in the depths
the dark pools that are the eyes
of my mistress the night.
Carry me in the rhythm of your enchantment
beyond all light.
To a place of only feeling the touch,
your touch, that echoes through all
that I am.
To grasp that magic that is
the sweet surrender to your dark embrace....
Wonderings & Hope
The brown Wind swirls and dances
across the sands.
It crosses uninhabited dunes of ever
shifting form.
Once passed beneath your feet,
never to be of recognition.
Gone are the hills and valleys
of my youth.
Gone are all that I knew before
this dance began.
Swaying palms on the edge of oases.
My path back, never to be found
among the shifting sands.
Lead me to a new way.
I follow a rhythm that takes me far
to that unworn path.
Open my eyes and soul
to the new view.
Looking out and
looking in.
May there be a path
that my heart finds.
And let it lead me to you....
across the sands.
It crosses uninhabited dunes of ever
shifting form.
Once passed beneath your feet,
never to be of recognition.
Gone are the hills and valleys
of my youth.
Gone are all that I knew before
this dance began.
Swaying palms on the edge of oases.
My path back, never to be found
among the shifting sands.
Lead me to a new way.
I follow a rhythm that takes me far
to that unworn path.
Open my eyes and soul
to the new view.
Looking out and
looking in.
May there be a path
that my heart finds.
And let it lead me to you....
Dreaming of Spring
Dreaming of Spring
Awakening to the songs,
that heralds the Sun.
My conscious with a harmony
that echoes my heart.
Green blades bejeweled
with glistening delight.
A heron wades
awaiting the feast.
The first run of spring.
And a promise of life.
It begins again,
this flow.
To replenish my soul....
Awakening to the songs,
that heralds the Sun.
My conscious with a harmony
that echoes my heart.
Green blades bejeweled
with glistening delight.
A heron wades
awaiting the feast.
The first run of spring.
And a promise of life.
It begins again,
this flow.
To replenish my soul....
