dance

dance

as the music was playing

the little boy wanted to dance

he felt a soft tugging within him

to get up and cast away all thought

for thought were ropes that bound him

he wanted  to dance

had he forgotten so easily

that which is now peeking

into the consciousness

of his now

his being

he was trying to remember those times

when life flowed effortlessly

yes, he wanted to dance

dance ‘til his mind tired

of it’s incessant circumspection

he wanted to look within

upon that flowing

immanent dream of joy

and see his own reflection

with pursed lips smiling

with a loving realization

that this is his time

to let go

and

dance

dance

dance

© 27 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Utah Writes

this midnight blue sky

this midnight blue sky

midnight blue skies

stars dangling

twinkling

filling my eyes with it’s wonder

as i wonder about the wonder

of creation

the vastness overwhelms me

and draws me into it’s void

the bosom of allness

and in my smallness

i realize my integral-ness

for i am a part of the all

have we fallen here

what is our purpose here

is it simply to be here

was it my choice

the stillness envelopes me

and in the calm of perfection

i am rested

for somehow i feel

that i have been vested

to exist in an evolving dream of realities

and all my malleable thoughts

are but of wonder

and curiosity

and a driving penchant for discovery

of what lies behind

this midnight blue sky

© 27 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Utah Writes

my bridge . . .

my bridge

there was only one bridge

that connected my heart to the world

and every time she came around

she would inadvertently set it on fire

i say it this way

to give her the benefit of the doubt

for doubt kills me,

for it takes the sugar out of my hopes

that she will return again

with her unrestrained passion

and burn my damned down again

© 27 February 2011

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the Sun also rises

the Sun also rises

the distant coming

of the not yet amber light of the morn

gives heed to the world

that it is time to stir

time to enjoin to the awakened presence

of conscious goodness

we all feel the connect

so deny

some belie

and many souls are crying

for the sleep of the night

maintained their anguish

yet here we are

brothers and sisters

knowing our capacity to love

and holding on

to our prison doors

yes we imprison our greater selves

in a somewhat deliberate attempt

to protect some invisible notion

that being separate from one another

is a good thing

but here comes the Sun

shining for us all

beckoning us to live

to rise as well

as the night of ll things

is once again quelled

we feel the symbiosis

yet there is a certain world effected psychosis

that spoke lies

that became realities

and in place of our strengths

we created frailties

our magic is in our collective goodness

and should this veil be removed

we will see for sure

that it is we who have moved

from our wonderful gardens

and the doors to our hearts

must be parted from the hinges

from the locks

and we must come out

come out of that box

that contains us

that pains us

for it is love of each other

that will sustain us

and we must trust

once again

that night does not endure

of this i am certain

i am sure

that the Sun also rises

© 25 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Utah Chronicles

God is alive . . .

God is alive

psssssttttt

there is something i have to tell you world

God is Alive

i can feel Him

stirring in my heart

as He tickles my Thymus

to awake the beauty

of my sleeping consciousness

give me your hand my beloved

lay your palm upon my chest

feel the sacred dance of harmony

found in my beating heart

and my rhythmic breath

listen to the song

of reverent gratitude

and look into my eyes

as they glisten with life

there you see the sparkle

of a certain reality

as the Stars in the Heavens

for . . .

God is alive

in me . . .

© 26 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Utah Chronicles

my Mountain . . .

my Mountain . . .

before me stood the Snow capped Peaks

another Mountain in my life

there was an eerie connection i felt

a spirit touching something deep within

calling me

this was not a place

Brothers usually concerned themselves with

for it was cold

very

in so many ways

there was the wilderness of it all

the unbeaten path

of the unknown

yet these voices spoke to me

i do not know from whence they came

but these voices were akin

to the essence of who i am

who i be

perhaps it was my Brothers of the Dead

or my Brothers of the Red

making a “Peace” offering

for my soul

and as i said

i felt the cold

i thought about all the Dead

all the Blood Shed

and all the Souls of those before me

who have fed the spirit of this mountain

i was about to climb

and here i stand in an uncertain contemplative query

about the quest i am about to undertake

to traverse the slopes

of my hopes

seeking answers

to the questions i have long ago buried

and yet not forgotten

for Soul being eternal

holds all things

in it’s presence

and the bell rings again

beckoning me to become yet another initiate

and suffice to say

courage is no longer a consideration

for i have been embraced

and i now taste

the end of this quixotic journey of spirit

and i hear the voices calling

and i no longer fear the unknown

for before me upon this Mountain

lies all the fruits i hungered for

from all the wishful seeds i have sown

yes there are Clouds

that may obscure this vision

much like the rest of my quest

but i must confess

they bring smiles

as i realize all the miles

i have travelled to get here

leave no more room for Doubts nor Fear

yes, there may be tears

of Joy

for this little boy within

who remembers again

his dreams

so without further adieu

i bid you well

as i begin my climb

to this swell of hardships

of rocks and crevices

and mud and precipice

and i listen

in my here and now

to the voices in-captured

and i am enraptured again

by a Mountain

this Snow Capped Cold Bold Mountain

which stands before me

my Mountain . . .

© 23 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

“This Too Shall Pass”

“This Too Shall Pass”

i stood in the semi dark night

and i watched the Moon’s soft bathing light

slowly become obscured from my sight

i did not panic

for in my truth

i knew that it would return

it was not my Hopes

it was the knowing

and the past experiences

and i was resolute

in the Faith of it’s deliverance

so be it with man

we are a light

fixed upon the Skys of Creation

though Clouds may Come

Clouds shall pass

but our light still yet endures

and as the Moon

it was not the seeking of my Heart’s desires

that brought back the light

of these fires of love

i had for this soft Moon Light

which caressed my dreams

and my visions of what was to come

Patience did not quicken the action

the fact simply was

and is

that Clouds do pass

i often think of the times

when i could not wait

and as i moved

seeking the light

in my night

i ran to and fro

rejecting what i now know

it was i who maintained the alignment

of my obscurity

with a certain surety

for i kept the clouds

betwixt me and my light

and my nights endured

that much longer

so this night

this moment

in stillness i stand

and in the knowing

life is showing me

this simple truth of all things

“This Too Shall Pass”

© 24 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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the seed to eternity

the seed to eternity

she offered him her womb

but he did not want to go that deep

he was not willing to explore her possibilities

all he wanted to do was plunder her gardens

to eat of the fruits

and labor not

yes he wanted to give her his seed

but not fulfill her needs

he wanted no commitment

to the possibilities of the situation

and her equations of happiness

again went unfulfilled

in her dreams

she constantly tilled the soils of her hopes

only to have them despoiled

is disdain

of her pains

no one of her suitors

seemed willing

to be that suitable completion

of the possibilities of her magic

she knew she was worthy

for she had a love unrequited

that has never known the darkness of despair

yet, each time

these divisive thieves of dreams and visions

stole a bit more of the air

that she so desperately needed

for her wings to work

you see, she was an angel of love

and all these walking dead could think of

was the physical

non-committal acts

they could enact

for a nights cessations

never realizing that their needs

would never cease as well

and an empty shell of a man they would remain

and they would be compelled

to forever be the zombies

of the nights

of ill gotten plights

and their souls would suffer

as it was for her

never realizing that there was a gift divine

lying in front of them

as she offered them her womb

the seed to eternity

© 23 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

1 degree .. .

1 degree

i turn my head but 1 degree

that i may get a  different perspective

it is my elective

this new perspective

the old one at times have failed me

ailed me

and i wailed in my soul

for all the things i hold on to

and have held on to

in my errant trusts

are based in lusts

of ownership

of things

and things

get old

they rust

and fall away in to the nothingness

as do our bodies

which return to the dust

and i realize that i must

turn my head but 1 degree

that i may get a  different perspective

it is my elective

this new perspective

1 degree

© 23 February 2011 : William S, Peters, Sr.

Angels, dance with me

Angels, dance with me

here i am

Father, let not thy light go out

Angels, dance with me

i am the objective

i am the subjective

i am the center of this universe

we call life

Angels, dance with me

i sit beneath the Stars

and there is an indelible truth in presence

as i am being bathed in their light

they softly cajole me to a certain balance

between awakening and sleep

Angels, dance with me

that which we create

we destroy

to thus clear the ethereal

from the seemingly real

and yet there is but one

consciousness

and it is i

Angels, dance with me

as the axis of all perceivable existence

it is i who embraces yet the past

and the future

and the letting of the stream of my now

that flows from memory to dreams

from instinct to delusion

and the juxtapositions of thought

Angels, dance with me

my “soul” remembers a thing

a place

a feeling

a being

a seeing

of when

and then the dissipation of the connect

is affected

by my suspicions

and derelictions

and i realize my limitedness

within my in-finiteness

and the Angels have come

Angels, dance with me

they are here clothed in a dark light

undressing their regality

that we may understand what shine is

what light is

what magic is

what life is

what is . . .

Angels, dance with me

the gardens beyond conception

are awaiting the planting of the Seed

and we idly stand by

as the child in an eschewed quizzical wonder

of the process

as we await the harvest

that we may eat of the fruits

with no hand soiled

yet we sweat upon our untoiled brow

and somehow by grace

we stand

Angels, dance with me

i but ask for a thing

a kiss of understanding

that completes this cyclic chase

for wholeness

for the Soul-less-ness acts

we enact upon our “Self”

that of Self and each other

has extricated my true Joy

and supplanted it with

this dull ache

that pervades the breaths of Hope

yet we endure . . .

somehow

Angels, dance with me

as i sit here awaiting the rising Sun

i come to realize

that my eyes have failed me

i have been blinded

by the darkness

that dark light

and this night

my thirsting soul says

i shall again go to the Stream

of Spiritual congruity

where the Four Rivers meet

that flows to that Mystical

Ocean of one

for we are the Sons

and the Daughters of Creation

and i will enjoin the who

of all that i see of what i be

and cast off these leaden shoes

and submit this final humble request

Angels, dance with me . . .

© 23 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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in my meditative silence of “be” ing

in my meditative silence of “be” ing

in a meditative silence

i heard the footsteps of my destiny

softly approaching my now

i sat in a stilled awe

as i watched “future”

dance in the gardens

of my present

and it’s unfolding

i have lived by a creed of

no expectations . . . no disappointments

yet here i felt the flutter of my heart

as it too longed

to dance along in joy

of the coming

need i say

the overwhelming presence

of this communion

captured and devoured my imagings

as this spirit massaged my consciousness

back to it’s origin

and i was beginning to feel

the wholeness of my bliss forgotten

i remember the Garden

i remember the Fruit

i remember the Peace and Harmony

my Soul exuded long ago

i remember the flow of the Stream

and it’s pristine clear waters

and i as this stream

became ever so lucid

and now, as i sit in this place

i have reconciled self from illusion

and come to understand

life is mine to command

in my meditative silence of “be” ing

© 20 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

we have awakened . . .

we have Awakened

i awaken again this morning

intoxicated by life

addicted to each and every breath

each heart beat is yet another quixotic fix of joy

my soul dances in it’s own splendour

an exquisite knowing that there is an “us” in every “i”

and my spirit seeks a deep humility

for i am blessed

i look to the skies

and they fill me with something beyond my hopes

a certain knowing that there is more

i am more

you are more

and in some inherent and intrinsic way

my restlessness in life

finds peace

and the drifting of this seeking mind ceases

and i ask

how could i ever doubt

life

the outcome is but an illusion

for i am already in heaven

and in conclusion

i have come  to know this simple fact

we are already awakened

for if we were not

where would this consciousness reside

where can this truth hide

in dreams

in aspirations

in wishes

in prayers

in meditations perhaps

if it is our vision to see

we must be

open eyed

open Souled

and cease being Con - Souled

for we are

IS

and shall always BE

and then we “BE” come

intoxicated with the Truth

that this morning

we have Awakened

© 20 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.