Soul's Music: Thoughts & Reflections
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E. Lucas-Taylor shares selections from her many poetry collections.The poems in Soul’s Music are thoughtfully constructed and delivered with a heartfelt gratitude for everything Life entails. If you appreciate the mystical, and metaphors borne of a searching spirit, you will enjoy Ms. Lucas-Taylor's poetry. Her work is powerful, straight from the marrow. She dares to dream, and generously shares those dreams through words.
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E. Lucas-Taylor has written for the Arizona Republic op-ed column, Austin Woman Magazine, and The Austin Networker. She is the author of ten books and compiled the award winning freelance marketing blog called: Snips & Tips & Keyboard Bits (on hiatus). Now in print: DARK PROTOCOL: Checkmate; Deadly Business; Lies, Spies & Unfinished Business; Lost Legacy; Dangerous Conspiracy; Soul’s Music: Thoughts & Reflections (available for all readers). She has contributed content to books/publications: When Diabetes Complicates Your Life; You the Healer; Sales Power; and The Silva Method For Business Managers.
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Soul's Music - E Lucas-Taylor
Intro...
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
~T. S. Eliot
The Poet's Song
A poet's beauteous words flow easily from within,
liken to a mountain stream crystal pure in its innocence
and each verse is an aria heard the world o'er and bold
by those attuned to its special harmonies therein told.
Introspection and musings will prevail throughout time
for the nuances be e'er to pleasure those of like mind,
shared in dulcet beguiling tones of sweetest melodies,
as a catalyst for beauty's tears shining ever bright in kind.
Come dance with me to the poet's verse never droll,
as faeries and tree sprites have done for centuries gone by.
Come closer still to the poet's eddied pools of glowing light,
to hear the bard's words...e'er soothing the anxious soul.
Do persuade gracefully the muse in nature's realm,
for each glorious voice shares deeply in perfect harmony
and words and phrases flow as a gentle restoring rain,
as they are captured in the poet's song of sweet refrain.
Forms, lines and rhythm may ever duty owe;
each style given will pleasure those who come to read
and truths may be softly whispered on each sighing bough above,
fore'er taking one on a journey of soul's beauteous poetry done.
***~~~***
From 'The Southwest Celebration' Collection
Ancient Voices
As I gaze into the iridescent distance of dawn,
I see granite mountains and wind-swept sage
acknowledged and embraced by clear azure skies
while morning shadows move slowly along dry ground,
meandering through the rich copper-tan landscapes
Sand lizards dart in and out of tiny rock cairns
and larger caves are the home of Spirit ancestors,
their long ago muted voices and emotions
can still be heard carrying on the desert wind,
each note crying out over ancient landscapes seen.
Desert Solitude
Seas of fine sand shimmer white in the sun,
studded with creosote bush and blue-gray sage,
laced by nature through the barren emptiness
as castles of light steam in the desert heat
e'er embracing great basins of soundless peace.
Shoals of silence cradle vast desert underneath
and velvet mountains reach to a cobalt sky
while violet clouds gather on the far horizon
when sun's last glory gives to the earth tranquility
and all life moves towards crimson waves of twilight.
Hawks soar on high thermals, there's shy wild Deer,
Squirrel and Geckos preen on each night's cue.
Coyotes howl and bay at the silver'd moon
and evening shadows have their own life here,
whether found in the soul or seen outside windows
...on any given day or year.
Lines of Fulmars can be seen aloft,
Owls and Bald Eagles perch on dry fence posts
while Hummingbirds, Coot and white-faced Ibis
compete with Swans and Teals and Geese galore,
as I put name to what flies on gilded wing by my door.
Behold...everywhere in this teaming gift of nature,
boundless power absorbs the eerie silence
whilst sunset fires the earth to a shimmering gold
and night creeps nearer bringing a gentle softening,
subduing the ever-changing vibrant tones
and never-ending unspoiled desert views.
Desert Springtime
Desert wild flowers wait patiently
for desert rains to feed their growth,
those of Brittlebrush, Desert Marigolds
and brawny spikes of blue Lupines,
whose ten thousand years have shaped
in each...a perfect genetic code.
Barrel Cactus and Prickly Pear,
Palo Verde and feral Palms all nod
to Golden Poppies and Pinion forests
and River Willows bending there.
Indian Paint Brush growing wild
with Evening Primrose in profusion
adds to the desert's vivid palette
of precious flowers waiting, e'er greeting.
Giant Saguaros grace and bejewel
desert floors with subtle colors,
their arms reaching to granite buttes,
only if El Nino has a tender care.
The paths to Dutchman's Mountain
and Hells Canyon will challenge in beauty
Picacho Peak to Crosscut Trail...and
all that wings in with the desert marl.
Bees, Butterflies and tiny Hummingbirds
hurriedly fly home in a stormy sky.
Flashes of lightening on Mummy Mountain
and South Mountain in yonder distance
gives the charmed illusion...of
ghostly specters rising from the mist.
Sweet-smelling streams and shallow rills
twist and curl into a perfect morning
while birds sing to a muted desert sunrise
and drover loads and stubborn Mules
call on the hallmarks of the wilderness
to saunter into the changing haze...as it
whispers along the sleeping valley floor.
Jagged castles of standing stone
are touched by each glowing daybreak
found just ahead and yet beyond
while Geese, Ducks and Beaver's spawn
make silver ribbons on the glass like surface
of waiting pools of arroyo's pond.
Hungry Hawks soar high seeking food
while Deer graze with yearlings and their fawns
and the industrious Eagle builds a nest.
Yet...winds can rage and rains can issue
and strong storm gusts can convolute
to sail you off to Heaven's alluvium
while needed Elysian waters pure
...continue to pour and pour.
And then...in absolute quiet,
the desert breezes carefully footnotes
those subtle shifts and changes true,
e'er meeting in the ambient ethers
like percussion music sounding there,
its swelling crescendo stilled quiescent
and all is hushed to hear the symphony
playing in harmony...playing there.
The desert wilderness in its lambent beauty
with all its glorious and profound mystery
embraces me fully to it
like a lost child seeking fireside
...coming home
...coming home.
Shaman's Memory
There is timelessness in this desert place
of Shaman's legend and fleeting memory,
of smoking fires and dreams and pinion trees,
its endless wilderness and dry arroyos
as each waits for the gentle kiss of rain.
Beyond I see the mountains and foothills
against the waiting watchful sky so blue.
I remember the night's quiet, the canyon's still
while the setting sun casts strong shadows
across the ripples and ridges of granite fill.
I feel the call and pull of the high country
and it's towering waiting mountains there,
the crisp scent of pine needles wafting...drifting
and the Eagle's claim to canyons and green valleys
crying out to the chill of morning light found bare.
I hear haunting rhythms of a Medicine Man's song
shivering gently on the ever shifting wind
and through the waiting trees and sacred canyons
while Cottonwood and Horses and round Hogans
can be seen in the watchful desert still.
Ivory east, Saffron west, Ebony north, Turquoise south,
each separate wind whispers notes of reflection
and the heart holds things close and precious,
those of the Shaman and Hand-tremblers
and the Stargazers crossing to the in-between.
More still moments keep expanding in the ethers,
those of starless nights and crushed white Sage
and roofless rooms of ruins beckon...where
time flows differently in the deepening calmness
with such freedom of stillness in the soft desert hum.
Then, a rumble of thunder...a curl of lightening
reminds prudently...desert storms can power and rage
and this same lightening can knife the distant horizon
searching for upright targets to tease and join with,
so its heavenly energy can pass down through the land.
Each believer responds to the torrents of nature
calling on the earth and rain deities and elusive spirits
to e'er find those fugacious layers of dark and light
or even those mysterious layers of good and evil,
a tapestry of conflict with jagged ragged edges
and yet...so beautiful to behold in the night.
And when the storm passes through the desert,
it makes the parched land strong and resilient,
the people, the sky, the songs, the legends,
all timeless rhythms from things known in the now,
circling and surrounding past and present
with the future hovering nearby in gentle folds.
Scattered sand paintings hug the forgiving earth
while the heavens encourages the traveler on.
Night's mystical power reigns in supreme balance,
knowing the nature and secret of all things told.
The earth gently whispers in the Shaman's ear,
sharing its mythos and unspoken folklore and
every ancient superstition known to man,
especially those waiting in the dreamtime now.
I listen carefully to the dry earth speaking
its ancient riddles...e'er I come this way again.
The fragrance of scrub Cedar and gnarly Juniper
begin their soft melodies and large yonder boulders
contrasting with red rock slabs stacked in a row,
reflect the glorious setting sun layering banded colors,
a horizontal rainbow to make a quiet wish upon.
Glowing night fires wink on distant flat mesas,
gather and embrace shadow's illusion of movement,
each pointing to the twisting road back home.
Earth's songs begin to still in the growing silence,
echoing the empty places inside the waiting soul.
In my last enthralling vision I see winding paths rising,
more paths falling, those simple paths turning corners,
showing me such wondrous unpretentious things
while newly beginning sacred rainfall
cuts more canyons and arroyos of fleeting memory
through the e'er waiting and warm desert sand.
Early morning mist shrouds the silent canyons,
Father Sky holds firmly the sun's warmth...and
asks it to 'wait please' to visit earth later on.
Crisp cold air currents bring new purpose
to the ever vigilant tabletop mesas...and in
the uphill...downhill...and in-between valleys
are the endless vistas brushed with vibrant colors
as the earth and the sky meet and gently mate.
And when the last of night-fires flame wild in rhythm,
they then slowly flicker and wane into the dawn.
Bitterball, Larkspur, Sage and Eagle feathers
bring eager Shamans from the earth's four directions
looking for their answers, only to be found written
in the timeless rock face where the stone figures dance
beneath the stars and in the easing breath of wind.
Therein is where all Nature's truths are written
and time is slowed to a moment unencumbered...for
life is a twining ribbon joining with the chant of time,
looping, folding in...and then turns back on itself,
taking you to where all things begin...once again.
Desert Mysteries
Rambling trails through desert sand,
ancient monoliths beckon,
each chanting with wisdom
as they whisper their hidden secrets.
"Come visit me...
let no one doubt my Noachian mysteries
for I've cradled great civilizations
...lost and found...lost and found
as the desert wind gently renews them."
Ancient cities with winding trails
witness full moon rising, stars unveiled.
Walk quietly and whisper softly
and see their treasures
stretched out before you.
Then...join with the journey,
let the wind touch you and reshape you
to fit the ever changing land.
I promise...you will never be the same.
Desert Morning
High mountains witness oh so silently
in early dawns placid waiting shadows,
an eager sun rising to the East
where the new day begins unburdened.
Palm fronds bend and sway ever so gently
in the fresh budding morning breeze
and streaks of exotic vibrant color
summon a breathtaking pulsing palette
e'er to make an artist weep.
Unpretentious Saguaro Cacti
sweep the sleepy desert floor capaciously,
their arms extended in ancient greeting
as travelers hurriedly wend their way
before the desert heat scorches and rises fully.
Coyotes howl in mournful seclusion,
their cries echoing off stone walled canyons as
Geckoes preen in the shrinking dew of dawn
while another free and boundless day
ripples and flows innocently into being.
Ancient vistas beckon endlessly,
curling around each visitor's nomadic spirit
while desert winds whisper softly...sharing,
awakening the soul of all who heed.
A heavenly blue sky taunts shamelessly
on the whisking edges of desert memory saying
"Come and experience me, wandering pilgrim
and chance upon all I hold dear
for there is more for you to see
and there is more for you to know."
Gentle winds blow and echo splendidly
off cresting mountain summits there,
sometimes whirling around prodigiously
within the stone canyon walls of memory,
loud thunder announcing the event remarkably,
bringing rain so precious...so needed
to the parched scorched earth below.
Earth's music can be heard here clearly
rushing cleanly through mountain washes
and the glowing new day full of promise
reaches out and caresses each heart fully
...of every traveler who comes this way.
Cowboys
In the desert
where I walk,
I dream of days of old,
when cowboys sang
and danced and worked
to tunes so very old.
It's now a different
time and place.
Oh, woe to all who see.
Those days are gone,
spent and dead,
except...to history.
Desert Rain
At my morning window
the sun shimmers and shines,
tarrying and glimmering
in a pathway old as time.
In my corner chamber
my computer hums and croons,
summoning me to come and work
for time is passing soon.
The desert chatters,
Geckoes preen,
I watch and smile and grin.
All around me there is abundant life
and palms sway gently in the wind.
Suddenly...
ominous clouds take shape;
they spin and dance and torque.
The mountain wash is dry as dust
and rain is sure to pour.
A soft mist rises...enveloping all
from blue tiled pool walls
as the first splash occurs.
Aha!
I say, it is going to rain
And then...it's all over,
and so, I sit and wait for more,
thinking...it's sure to happen soon.
A tiny voice admonishes me...
This is the desert...you fool
Desert Glory
Perfect weather
begin at dawn,
walk the land,
scan the woods,
hear Morning Doves
feed their young
before night sets down.
Empty spaces,
desert places,
mountains high
touch the sky.
Ancient treasures
can't be measured
...so I won't try.
Temples hidden
damp with showers,
loosely bound
near trees and shade
while rain falls gently
should any wish
to walk the clouds.
Clearing mist,
land replenished,
flowing streams,
inviting footpaths,
flowering Cactus,
fluttering wings
while songbirds sing.
Desert moon,
Coyotes howling,
soft winds blowing,
up-draughts flowing,
dark clouds form
and pattern new,
sure to bring heavy dew.
Snow on high peaks,
shadows linger,
this season is finished
and summer is done.
Bird's song is ending,
all past it's prime
for its Winter's time.
Desert Autumn
Desert sand and wind,
oh how they blow...while
the shadowed moon gently glows
and night colors run and eddy
in the still evening air.
Flowers bend...closing their portals
with the easy celestial shifting;
heavenly bodies re-pattern
and the hours of daylight wane
from shore...to the ocean,
from sea...back to the land.
Forest brilliance opens,
autumn's air swirls leaves into crowns,
dropping its treasure of red and gold.
Fine desert sand drifts in...for
there's no mist or rain to hold it down.
Sunset is carmine and golden,
throwing its peaceful illumination
upon the thirsty waiting ground.
Mountain pools from melted snows
reflect the supernal evening stars
shimmering in the vast heavens above.
Nature cries out in splendid song:
"Accept all I give to you
and let the darkness renew,
let the autumn winds clean,
the winter snows replenish,
the spring rains heal...and then,
I will give to you
summer flowers to perfume the air
for I am Nature,
I bring the Seasons
...I bring renewal."
Infinity
I awoke one spring morning
with stale plans and lists galore.
I saw the sleepy sun arising
as I looked to the East once more.
All around me were twisting trails
and many pathways leading somewhere,
seducing me to experience and explore.
I thought...I really must go there.
So I left my desert vistas
and climbed my mountains high.
My heart was contented when I saw
the blue of the magnificent endless sky.
No one said the climb would be easy.
Nay, never thought it would be...you see
I only needed a new way to view things,
away from the base of my own familiar tree.
I came home a changeling...and
mystified many minds to be sure.
Made no difference to me
as I planned and reached once more.
It was a time to master new beginnings
for my soul craved incessantly to be free.
I found another mountain waiting,
and so, I still believe in...Infinity.
Stormy Desert Rains
Dear stormy desert rain,
forgive me for not listening more clearly
as you opened your floodgates to renew.
It isn't because I'm ungrateful, pray tell,
for the desert spaces need
your wet kisses and generous dew.
I reproach only...for
the trees can't blossom and bear fruit
if you keep upending with fits of rain
and high winds tossing them to and fro.
Be gentle too with the spring flowers,
for they need only a nod from you.
Seed will grow, bulbs will show
and the desert cactus will bloom
without your hurling wind snapping
or deluge of rain erring fitfully by.
It's true...the land is forgiving,
yet I would beg of you
to have a more gentle...kindly
and sensitive approach
before the sun thrusts its head anew.
Just a generous kiss if you please.
The desert will thank you forevermore
and ...me, too.
The Eagle and the Oracle
In the early Southwest morning mist,
from a fetid brown smoggy cloud,
the ever alert Eagle swooped down
like a mighty formidable warrior
while shedding his tears
for the ravaged earth seen below.
Nor...had his wise eyes
missed the tainted lakes and oceans
effervescing and obscuring completely
the brilliance of the full moon
from his nightly vigil before.
He flew on to visit the Oracle
for surely he'd find an answer there.
He swooped down to the Oracle's door
and pleaded his case with a patience
he no longer felt for the world,
while the Oracle waved his hands
and lamented to the Eagle:
"What would you have me say?
For shame, they will never learn.
Their disdain will add to their name.
'Tis humans who clutter up
and foul the earth's bounty,
indeed...the firmament cries loudly
from their continuous neglect.
I see nothing changing in their future
so fly away Eagle...and do as I do
...ignore the grubby mess."
Now...the Eagle was disconsolate
with