Today we have three poems from David Tucker, the Poet Laureate of the Quantum Revolution.
The first is entitled Meditation, the next is To Learn How to Love, and the last is Socrates Speaks to the Children.
I hope you enjoy them.
Meditation
We cannot trap
the sunshine
or capture love,
maybe
for a minute
or a night
but
Time
sitting in the saddle
of Change and Death
always rides up
cuts their ropes
and
they escape
into the hills
Such suffering
teaches us
how to surrender
to stop pushing
to let it go
let it all go
There is a trap door
in the top
of every second
We lift
We enter
God pours
cups of quiet
taps the drum of peace
grows diamonds in our soul
and
kisses our eyes
till
we can see
this is the only place
our enemy
Time
cannot enter
to steal
our sunshine
and
our love.
© January, 2007
To Learn How to Love
It is so beautiful,
this life,
the sun,
Vermont,
evening creeping in
over the Green Mountains.
It is light,
sweet,
so beautiful,
this life,
that we are given
that we might
learn how to love.
A simple lesson
I cannot catch.
A lovely butterfly
too light and quick.
For weeks now
I grab
and cannot hold
how beautiful,
how sweet,
how light
is this life
we learn
how to love.
As the Morning Glory
buckles into the night
I crumple into
fear,
anger,
resentment,
darkness.
I think
I may die soon.
I think
How quickly it passes.
I think
What have I accomplished?
I think
God is not fair.
I have forgotten.
I came here
to learn how to love
and
in the evening light,
in the sweet approach of night,
I remember,
this minute
is enough,
to love
is what I came to learn.
It is enough.
© 2010
Socrates Speaks to the Children
Never!
Trust
your Teacher,
your Preacher,
the Politician,
the Rabbi
the TV,
or the Cop.
Trust the hot cinder
of your own being.
Beware!
the Musician,
the Colonel,
your Doctor,
the Imam
and
the Judge.
They will drive you
down the lane
of their own predicaments.
Blow on the spark
God placed
in your soul.
Your Parents,
your Friends,
Spouses,
Lovers,
old women and merchants
need you cold
to sprinkle your ash
to dry the ink
of their own failure and ambition.
Fan
your yearning
to fire.
The stars
the sea
the tree
your sex
and your tears
connect
your heart
to your destiny.
Fan it
to flame.
All those
who rattle their keys
and try to jail
your soul
in the prison of their own loss
only understand
the sentence
life handed to them.
That’s all
they know.
Remember,
when they walk you
to their temple
and they whisper,
“This way child.
This way brings happiness.”
Run!
They enshrine their mistakes
as wisdom
and law.
This is deeper.
To the deepest ring
of your soul.
Stir
it
to fire
Escape!
Fan the ember
of Spirit
to flame
Shine your way
out the doom
the Blacksmiths
of custom
hammer
day
&
night
to weld
your life
to the tongue
of their
failed toil.
Walk away!
Embrace the unknown
that churns
in your soul,
yearns
to burst forth
and
be free.
© 2006
David Tucker
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davidshawnee@me.com