Hidden and Revealed

[Image: Adam Romanowicz]

Hidden and revealed are the secrets of life.

Each of us searching our lives and selves

To find the answers to the mystery

That lies behind the door of our mind and soul.

A flower of windmists, a foggy day, a drop of dew,

An amber afternoon in October, a summer's night,

And a winter's day. All hold the precious answers

We are looking for, if we but only look within,

And see with our mind's eye.

Hidden and revealed are the secrets of life.

Each of us holding within the essence of truth,

And a spark of the Divine;

That lie behind the door of our mind and soul.

Roger Allen Baut

It Happened While...

[Image: Chris Galford]

Dusting the crop

Of harvested featherheads

Icarus pondered

On the abstraction

Of indesolate spheres of incandescense;

Burning brightly, in the Autumnal candles

Of forest delights.

Condescending the metachimes of clearessence

He speculated on the matters of improvisation

In spectral meanderings.

Momentarily gesticulating

On the gloating fusion of afterfacts,

And indulging in the cohesion of solar flares,

He plunged into the fragrance of coronal mandarin.

Arising from the sparkler fires of thought

Icarus merged with the complexities

Of the entirety, gaining,

The ultrimagination of the future born wizards

Of integral motion.

Erasing the dew from his brow

He plunged into the morning sunset.

Roger Allen Baut

Can You Hear Me?

[Baut Image: Flying to Avalon]

Can you hear me calling

Through the fogbound memories

Of Childhood;

And hiding by the carousel lights

As Christmas carols are chanted

Through cold December nights?

Can you hear me singing

On pastel mornings

In April;

While I fly my kite

Against the breeze, as you,

Sit drinking Jasmine tea?

Can you hear me running

Past the faceted mirrors

Of memory;

Casting smiles at the glistening

September sun, as you pack

A picnic lunch of forgotten dreams?

Can you hear me speaking

Of winds;

As laughter swells within

Your breast, and passes upward

Through your halo hair,

Casting reflected glints to the stars?

Can you hear the crackle

Of frostfire;

Growing on the indigo horizon,

As shifting spectrums

Glisten upon your dew dropped skin,

And bringing us together on eternities edge?

Can you hear the spheres

Of music;

Playing together in hues

Of unknown colours,

Becoming One with all that is,

And forever shall be?

Can you hear me calling?

Roger Allen Baut