WHERE CAN YOU BE WHEN YOU’RE NOT WHO YOU ARE?
ORAKEI OROKO, NZ. © JD MARSTON
Where can you be, when you’re not who you are?
Upon what shadow shore is there purchase for your Self,
When you’re not who you are?
Who you are,…who you are…Oh, where is who you are?
In the night of your search, are you coming or going?
Are you hastening or glistening?
Does the vessel of your hope bring it closer, or does it disappear over some vanishing horizon that never seems to fulfill the promises you expect of it?
Can it be with you, and of you, in the instant you recognize that Life has promised you nothing, and yet, it gives whatever you fancy?
How often can you ask Who you are…Who you are?
And what does the question bring – other than moments of being elsewhere, as your head scours the horizon for spiritual promise
that seems as mist in a gathering fog
A fog which says that all will be alright with the faith of the fathers and confidence in that which can not be seen, tasted or compromised
By harnessing the power of the sun or media moonbeams that tickle our selves into slumbers of innocent identification.
Where is who you are, when there is a world prior to imagination that can’t be tortured by the arrogance of faith or organization?
Where is who you are when you are as you are and you are who you are?
WHERE CAN YOU BE…? ©JD MARSTON
LOVE’S GOT A HOLD ON ME
LOW TIDE DISCOVERY, KOH SAMUI, THAILAND © JD MARSTON
Love’s Got a Hold on Me…I can’t quite see it…but it’s got a hold on me I can’t quite hear it…but it’s got a hold on me… I can’t quite smell it…but it’s got a hold on me Yet, I FEEL something I have never felt before! And It’s got a hold on me.
Then it fades into comedown and I run, Needing more …Into the streets… frantic for the connection.
Please just gimme one more scratch til next time And I promise I’ll quit, just as soon as I’m high… And I can prove I don’t need it any more…
But the need never ends and the heart never dries And the heart never dries… And the heart never dies…
And its got a hold on me…til I die… Til there is … no … more……………..”I“
LOVE’S GOT A HOLD ON ME © JD MARSTON
HOW MANY TEARS?
ACTUAL SCENE, LAKE WANAKA, NZ © JD MARSTON
How many tears wash a window?
How many tears crease a smile?
How many tears stop a heartbeat
When the sky is blue shadow
And a sigh is so high?
How many songs can a soul sing?
How many lives can a laugh bring?
How many joys defy knowing?
As the tears fly … as the tears fly…bye?
HOW MANY TEARS? © JD MARSTON
FOR THE MOTHER
SACRED FIRE CEREMONY IN COLORADO, USA © JD MARSTON
The scent of your Love, aroused in me
Dry heaves of starv-ed longing…
Longing to return, as would a refugee,
To the Motherland of the soul
You touched me with a drop of your Love
And I responded with an ocean.
While floating in its vastness, I awoke,
To find me, naked, trembling,
Washed upon your shore and glistening,
…With your Love.
If you cannot be my lover,
Then You’ve got to be my Lover!
For cruel it is to withhold the breast
From the infant who’s still feeding!
FOR THE MOTHER © JD MARSTON
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