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Alexandra Karras Alexandra Karras e-mail: alex@mauge.com
Excerpts from: A Journey Home
It is true I haven't the paper For acquiring lavish things My wealth comes from high above Sent down on angel's wings
Yes, my person may seem poor To the inconsequential naked eye But inside I'm rich, full of simple pleasures That money cannot buy
To high society I'd turn my back Iıd give up power with great relief Secrets of success would find a deaf ear If I were forced to trade belief
Faith & Peace & Trust & Love Are the possessions I desire Fine clothes & cars & jewels & such A happy soul does not require
So think if you will me a pauper From your prosperous point of view To be sure I will wave from my casual cloud When this material lifetime is through
Unison Driving today I was peaceful The quiet of the open countryside So calming Crisp, vibrant hues of honey gold And rich rolling insistent greens Stretching out far ahead To kiss the complaisant sky Such a gentle shade of blue Surely there must have been Angels at play Molding clouds into heart-shapes Above my head
And to the distant west As the blushing sun Slowly dissolved into the earth Everything suddenly seemed so clear A picture of perfect harmony A feeling so Grande That in that dizzying instant Even the tiniest of beings could comprehend We are each a part of it All Bound by the timeless energy Of everything and everyone's Forever Enlightened, I smiled As I drove on
Then There Are Days Sometime I wake up cold Even in the heart of August Out of sort, unattached With prickly fingertips pressing Against my heart, against my mind Those days I fear-- What if I never quite get it What if I always fall just short Of wrapping my entire consciousness around it Embracing it and seeing it through Perhaps that ever important purpose Will continue to cloak itself Like a shadowy figure in the mist Much to sly for a poor fool like me
Oh, then there are days When I feel so very awake Long before my eyes Have opened to the morning light Those days I can smell it And I feel confident that around any turn I could come pouncing upon it And it would have no other choice Than to surrender completely Letting me in on my own life's secret
Oh, those days are brilliant Sprinkled with hope and belief That I'm not just an aimless wanderer Using up time I keep the memory of those days Close at hand So that I may draw from them strength To get me through All those cold days of August Everness Tonight I watched the sunset Really watched the sun's set With wonder and awe How many times had it fallen before me How many times would it fall again Long after my spirit takes leave of this plane
I watched this glorious star In all its majestic nonchalance As it tiptoed familiarly toward the horizon Wearing its lemonade yellow To confetti orange Piercing pink into spicy crimson Dripping lazy purple So soothingly deep That it almost made me sleepy
And as I turned back to watch The last of the lingering rays Creeping catlike Down the steely outline of the city The buildings had disappeared And all I could see were stones Tall smooth athletic pillars of strength Of equality, philosophy and history Set high atop a mountain Well above the Mediterranean
And in the blink of an eye They had transformed yet again Into brown and red Much larger, more ancient, mystical rocks Placed precisely, deliberately Weathered by the timeless wind and burning sand Ever reaching toward the expansive Egyptian sky
I closed my eyes yet again And I felt swirling inside my The countless souls of civilizations gone by My what sights you have seen, Sun Turning back to the west Sure to catch that sage old star smirking A coolness enveloped the earth And that sweet naughty sun had escaped Deep into its everness
Elegy Last night I dreamt a dream So magical and fantastic I wanted to sleep on for days I flew to the night sky clouds Happily floating, quietly drifting So high atop the city That everything seemed so well I flew farther still to the stars Circling constellations Awed by their enchanting splendor I tugged on Orionıs belt And he shot a comet Streaking across the sky Just for my pleasure And grabbing hold of its tail I soared off again Far beyond the Milky Way Through a tunnel of comforting lights I sighed, surrendered and closed my eyes And in an instant Everything became still And a voice like sugar cookies Welcomed me Home And when I opened my eyes Perfection
I found myself Sitting on a porch In the coziest lazy chair With a masterpiece before me Breathtaking mountains all about Descending into the plush and agile ocean below With the Sunday sun soothing from above Watching me write a love poem That flowed with such fluid ease I never questioned a word And there was such a peaceful sense All around me A feeling I had never quite known myself Yet, I recognized it in an instant Serenity So complete, so encompassing Tears slipped from my eyes
And as sleep began To shake itself from me I heard myself speak So, this will be My Heaven Smiling I was certain I could live on With that secret
Souvenir I smiled today for no reason It just seemed to fall across my face Accompanied by a pleasant warmth That felt like far away Perhaps it was a happy memory Of a picnic long ago In a Provincial Paris park Or maybe it was a Mayan mother's joy As her son took his very first steps How long had it been out there lingering Waiting for some unsuspecting soul To cross its path Then melting into my mind Making me softly sigh I tipped my hat to the sender Whomever they may have been Wherever they may have come And I wanted to carry on that favor So I thought a most jubilant thought And set it free on the wind Like a dove Hoping that somewhere Perhaps lifetimes away It would come upon a woman in a garden Or a lonely old man at sea And make then smile Quite unsure why But thankful just the same As I was
Conscious Love Will you love my friend Just to love For the sheer pleasure it brings Not for what you may receive in return Only for what you may give
That is the love of the gods A conscious love A deliberate choice Cultivated as a lifetime purpose It takes patience and wisdom Discipline and humility It is a work of the highest art
This love is a thoughtful love Infinitely tender, utterly joyful Wildly rapturous It is a powerful love Defeating time and space And perhaps the grave itself Being the stuff of Eternity
It is not a possessive love With no needs or wants of its own It has no requirements And carries no desires Its only ambition's perfection In becoming as a little child Though not resulting in birth But in the miracle of being reborn Its only care is that the creature loved Merely exist In his or her individual way With no interference from Or consequence to The one who loves Simply and solely And only to love |
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