Art by Wicks
Poetry 13 

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS VERSE
The following writings are by Dale Wicks
 

Where is heaven and where is hell?
Both states exist together and are
 entered and exited by a turn of the face.
 

WATER AND SALT

We are of the stream
that comes down from the mount
on our way dissolved salts enter in The water is spirit,
the salt is the earth
The solution that was meant
for a time
then they enter the sea
and the waters rise free
lest the waters stay mixed,
determine to fix
to the salt and remain in the brine.

DYING

When I consider dying
 it is more the daily passing away
of the illusion that I presumed was life
For the real me does not die,
and the real me looks quite different
and weighs very little.
 

darkness
of
Night 

WHAT THE ZEN?!?

I see what is,  through intuition perceive
that by ebbing , this flows to me
I am as one who lives by the sea, in the desert
Atop a mountain, in a valley, by a river
in the midst of an open prairie
Floating in the ocean and under the sea
walking in forests, surrounded by trees
with winter in snow and cold
with spring in the rain and new life
with summer in the heat and sweat
with fall in the transformation and color
in company of stars and planets
amongst creation, in solitude
I also see what isn't
and have no affinity for the city
Much debris and pollution
Much commotion and confusion
an unnatural example and the flow forced
as many of the inhabitants therein collect to follow
what's supposedly happening.

 

THE TRUTH :  Love and Truth is what you are.  Hidden by what you think you are.
 

Who can hear and see
in the darkness of night
what the thunder does say
and the lightning does write?
 

PROTECTION
We stand to lose
much more than gain
when erecting walls
 to protect from pain

EFFORTLESS

How great the change
from row boat to sail
when affections shift to inside the veil

LIFE
is that which cannot die
it's not based in flesh, blood, and bone
it has always been and always will be
confusion comes when
 one won't see.
 

WHEN

will the fetters.
that make timid the heart
be cast off as nothing
and souls free to impart?

OUR WORDS? ENEMY OF FRIEND?

There is a Word that goes forth
and never in vain
When we cling to the precious
and from worthless refrain
To be sensitive to this
May be a life long endeavor
But if Love is the author
can there be an enemy?.
never.
 

ENERGY
is bountiful
when abiding in the vine
resting in all action
no waste in this design.
 

THE GAMBLE

Setting aside sanity
to slide the slippery slope
Seemingly void of internal compass
Carefree child casting caution
to the clouds
Considering not
all the ones who lay broken
 

WHERE IS OFFENCE ?
When a matter applies and
confronts the heart
the reaction is stop
yet, The Light pushes start
 

LAZY : Why break the mold shrugs complacency.
 As the plastic container.....blurs what they see.

The
Truth

All writings on this page  ©Dale Wicks