The Voices

VOICES

VOICES

Sometimes I hear voices ... It's not what you may think (I hope).

It is the voices of those who've filled my life with colours like an artist would paint on canvass.

Suichi's voice, so controlled and calm; I can still hear him as he would ask a teaching question that would lead me to a point of new understanding.

Alicia's gentle manner and razor intelligence would lead me to a point of view I hadn't seen before. 

Juanita's clear perception that would leave me amazed at a position I would not have thought of. 

Phillip's gregarious and sharply edged ability to dissect an issue would lead me to appreciate wider views outside of the common thinking.

I find thoughts of the leading personas in my lifetime echoing their voices as a comforting music.

I think of relationships as an exchange. 

So the question is, what did I return them for their wonders that they shared with me.

They were all better than I deserve.

I miss them very much.

Appreciate what is in front of you while you have it there.

Listen for the music, see the colours




Al Mendoza, 2016

The Voices

VOICES

Where Presence

Where Presence

finding there

where presence is

there where it can be

a heart singly

musical

sounds are shared

that is irresistible

finding there

a musical presence

sings

not even looking

for what is heard

that inhaling vibration

seen so clearly

as it touches

how are so many sounds

so possible as single moments

is and are

come and leave

were here and gone

where presence is

like music

singly musical

and are gone

as it touches shared sounds

finding there that is irresistible

as it touches

where presence is

Al Mendoza 2016

Where Presence

Where Presence

finding there

where presence is

there where it can be

a heart singly

musical

sounds are shared

that is irresistible

finding there

a musical presence

sings

not even looking

for what is heard

that inhaling vibration

seen so clearly

as it touches

how are so many sounds

so possible as single moments

is and are

come and leave

were here and gone

where presence is

like music

singly musical

and are gone

as it touches shared sounds

finding there that is irresistible

as it touches

where presence is

Al Mendoza 2016

A Full Half Moon

A FULL
HALF MOON

late is the early night

when at half moon

a full light

noon napping

nipping at sunshine

closed eyes to daylight

a gauze of chill

early is the night 

awaking at half moon

humming night air

as a gentle whisper

silent and rhythmic mix

that awakening

that embrace 

that light

that half moon

a full light

A Full Half Moon

A FULL
HALF MOON

late is the early night

when at half moon

a full light

noon napping

nipping at sunshine

closed eyes to daylight

a gauze of chill

early is the night 

awaking at half moon

humming night air

as a gentle whisper

silent and rhythmic mix

that awakening

that embrace 

that light

that half moon

a full light

For Paris

We must never be silent

SILENT IS THE EVIL

There is no music like the dissonance of pain

There are no echoes like the discovery of loss

There were no sounds like the devastation in a heart break

Death is not the evil

Silence is pretending that death is the evil 

Silence where loss removes laughter

Silence, the next evil

Silence, that lack of quiet

Silence, of a heart break

Pain becomes music

Loss echoes a discovery

That heat break is it's own music

Pain's dissonant composition

The sound of heart break

And, for us, a new composition in life

We must never be silent

Joyous is our music 

That lives through heart beak

amendoza 2015

For Paris

We must never be silent

SILENT IS THE EVIL

There is no music like the dissonance of pain

There are no echoes like the discovery of loss

There were no sounds like the devastation in a heart break

Death is not the evil

Silence is pretending that death is the evil 

Silence where loss removes laughter

Silence, the next evil

Silence, that lack of quiet

Silence, of a heart break

Pain becomes music

Loss echoes a discovery

That heat break is it's own music

Pain's dissonant composition

The sound of heart break

And, for us, a new composition in life

We must never be silent

Joyous is our music 

That lives through heart beak

amendoza 2015

HAIKU WINTER SERIES 5

colours

is there a music

in silence's beating heart

as fall screens summer

sound

approaching winter

grey is the wonder paint brush

soft as a foot step

light

now warmth covers day

without revealing autumn

covering blankets

air

forward and so far

spring whipers promised lovers

breathing light sweetness

al mendoza 2015

HAIKU WINTER SERIES 5

colours

is there a music

in silence's beating heart

as fall screens summer

sound

approaching winter

grey is the wonder paint brush

soft as a foot step

light

now warmth covers day

without revealing autumn

covering blankets

air

forward and so far

spring whipers promised lovers

breathing light sweetness

al mendoza 2015