"Freedom" by Keith Basar
Do you know what freedom is?
An exiting of the 'nest of knowing',
a burrowing beyond what is,
soaring into life's uncharted mysteries.
“An Artist’s Eye” by Keith Basar
This poem is dedicated to my wise, sweet friend M. A person of incalculable passion for life and the path she now excitingly follows.
~K
You were born of the Holy
gifted in ways that few know
and fewer could ever know.
How long has your heart celebrated your poetic flair?
and artistic touch?
that searches the stillness of the night
for its next expression?
Most likely, long before you were born
“Little Me”by Keith Basar
Hey, I recognize these people — I think...
(I cling a little closer till the coast is clear)
My mom says everything’s just fine.
These people are family and friends.
“Poet” by Keith Basar
Throughout human history, conscious or not, we humans are relentlessly drawn towards the magnetism of Holy Love. Of course, this Love could be echoed as truth, life, purpose and so forth. Throughout the ages wisdom texts and homilies have uttered it, stars have glistened it, the winds have harmonized it — combining every life element into an aspiring, insatiable longing to be one with perfect Love.
"Freedom" by Keith Basar
Do you know what freedom is?
An exiting of the 'nest of knowing',
a burrowing beyond what is,
soaring into life's uncharted mysteries.
"Hitcher" by Keith Basar
As I stand alone on an open highway,
a cool breeze wisps against a single descending tear,
as an accordion exhaling its final sounds.
Emptiness weakens and overwhelms me,
like molten lava being drawn gravitationally
to its climactic end.
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"The Bud" by Keith Basar
As Winter gives it's final fro,
As luminous frost disappears into daylight’s song
A single bud beckons to discover its life amongst the coming Spring.
Tightly and securely bound - waiting, hoping for it's awakened state.
It finally yields to a perfect hue of tender green…
“Maddie” by Keith Basar
When I thought I’d never again share space with your kind
Miraculously, there you were.
You made pleasing your pack (our family) a selfless mission.
And my God, that glowing, feminine, molasses pie face of yours
could light up the darkest of days
"A Good Conversation" by Keith Basar
A good conversation can be quite rare.
Its beauty is its own nature — thoroughly organic.
It springs forth from the deepest soils of our being,
aiding us in peering intricately and panoramically into the secrets of self and the Unknown.
“Love Flies” by Keith Basar
Emptiness has a way of slowing the mind to a standstill.
Vastness does quite the same.
The Tao is emptiness and vastness
In such a place Love flies like a lone bird.