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That Far

That Far

That Far

That Far

I walked beneath heaven tonight,
Stood underneath endless sky,
Gazed upon a celestial sight,
Looked the gods straight in the eye.

Will you longer detain me here,
Hide behind a bolted door,
Cower under your roof in fear,
Damned earthbound for evermore?

I would fly if I were able,
Recline on a shining star,
Dine from an immortal table,
If my hand could reach that far.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

A Poem Composed on the Slate of Never

A Poem Composed on the Slate of Never

Slate of Never

A Poem Composed on the Slate of Never

Let not my life be deemed a fleeting dream,
Fast dissipating into nevermore,
Adrift upon time’s everlasting stream,
Floating away to oblivion’s shore!

Let not my breath be aspiration vain,
As transient wind passing through the trees,
An inspiration without lasting gain,
A dying utterance, a wistful breeze!

Let me live each day as my final day,
Breathing each breath as though it were my last!
Let my thoughts in this precious present stay,
Reflecting this universe, deep and vast!

Let this one moment echo forever,
A poem composed on the slate of never!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

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To Bathe in Eternal Rain

To Bathe in Eternal Rain

To Bathe in Eternal Rain

To Bathe in Eternal Rain

Do you fear to be free?
Are you afraid to fly,
To be, but not to be,
To be born as you die,
To bathe in eternal rain,
To wash off this mud,
You, clad in pain,
Imprisoned in flesh and blood!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Back into the Black Hole

Back into the Black Hole

Back Into The Black Hole

Back into the Black Hole  

Cosmic dust is what we are,
Remnants of an ancient star,
Drifted to a distant shore,
To dance a while in sunlight,
Then slip away into the night,
Back into the black hole once more.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

On Becoming a Golden Statue

On Becoming a Golden Statue

On-Becoming-A-Golden-Statue

On Becoming a Golden Statue

What else can I be
Through eternity?
I am only me.
Where else can I flee?
Shall I make a run
To the sun,
To the source of the pun,
And erase my memory, take away my me and you –
Abracadabra, become something new,
Hum, hum, hum,
Come apart, part the sum?

Buddha, I am growing old.
Turn my brain to solid gold,
So I can see
Eventually,
Peer through a clouded why
Until I
Can’t feel anymore,
And wash ashore.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Child of Earth

Child of Earth

Child of Earth

Child of Earth

Child of earth, cultivator of the field,
Kneeling in worship on the garden floor,
Immeasurable by words is your yield –
The nature of the nature you adore.
With an essence of goodness, you are sealed,
Your spirit sure as endless evermore.
Golden barley in the wisdom of age
Bows low in humility to the sage
Who knows well that amongst all living things
Creatures wherein noblest virtues show,
Are ever in a reverence of life found.
From a wholesome plot, a wholesome crop springs!
The purest flowers and the sweetest herbs grow
In the richest soil, nearest to the ground.

~ Daniel F Mitchell