Kingdom come

can one contemplate forever
forever is the eternal plain
a distance without punctuation
unending since creation began
a horizon so unimaginable
constant as the wearing of time
to tread upon it finds no end
a soul decays on the journey
relief in acceptance of the trial
the testing of a human shell
watched weighted and valued
the worth only in forgiveness
there is so much that is lost
so many drop into the abyss
that purgatory of damnation
souls used and used and used
learning until they are ready
until they know the meaning
of life and its immutable cycle

©2012, Donald Harbour

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The promise of Gaia

I have always seen morning
as the promise of life.
A contemplative soulful moment
announcing the journey of day.
I find solace in each awakening
each subtle change it brings.
Now the chill air whispers
announcing a march of seasons.
Dew has bejeweled thirsty grass,
birds begin to arouse,
softly chirping a greeting,
a gentle breeze caresses the trees.
The dawn speaks the name of Sol
it is the given  blessing of Gaia.
This magical moment her promise,
binding of all creatures,
the earth, the air, the oceans.
With the light she strides creation,
a soft footfall upon the earth,
we become one with the cosmos,
and, the glorious spirit of existence.

©2011, Donald Harbour

No beginning, no ending

Tibetan endless knot

There is no beginning, there is no ending, there is only existance.

that which is unknown
that which cannot be known
gathered up the ends of eternity
binding the path of spirituality
with the undulations of time
capturing its changing movement
gathered it all together
interweaving with serenity
into the endless knot of infinity
the knot had no beginning
nor did it have an ending
there laid it upon the divine
that which is infinite wisdom
became the matter of creation
in the emptiness of existence
began the endless cycle
suffering birth death re-birth
inseparable from its ritual of being
that became compassion
giving light and meaning to the void

© 2011, Donald Harbour