HOME IS WHERE MY BEING IS

Beside Still Water

Oh, you’re a holiday
Oh, you’re a holiday
Now it’s my turn to say
and I say, “You’re a holiday.”
—————— the Bee Gees

Holiday inns and ways
to escape
the core of my being
the life in my days.

There’s dialogue with others.
There’s hope midst despair.
There’s love in my living
Not getting stuck in repair.

So, I’m singing my song
Painting my poem
There’s love in my living
when I am being home.

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

EARTH SPIRIT

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EARTH SPIRIT

Let the Earth

join with my spirit.

Let the wind

bring forth my joy.

As I move forward,

feeling the sun

as I am walking

now through my day.

Let the Earth

Be as my mother,

bringing forth

 an array of life

so very supportive.

Let the earth in

abundance of water,

and greenness of trees,

the air filling

my spirit and lungs

through this day,

as I am walking

through my life today.

 

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rhythms and Rituals

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RHYTHMS AND RITUALS

1 The colors of evening, now color the sky
Signal of passage to night
and the hills in the distance, silhouette and fire,
sundown’s now radiance of light –

CHORUS: Rhythms and rituals, now, life all around
Sharing our lives with the Earth –

2 The colors of the city, now, light up the night,
viewing from mountain on high,
The buildings, the people, their daytime jobs done
Merge in the stillness and flow into One –

Passage of time/ now/ feelings inside
Forever flowing within,
Expansion of ecstasy/ now/ moments in time
Great Mystery in all our lives –

3 We’re coming together, now, evening’s embrace
sharing our feelings, our day –
It’s a game – it’s a dance – it’s a sharing of time –
it’s a rhyming, a ritual, and it’s yours and it’s mine

CHORUS: These rhythms and rituals, now, all in our lives,
Sharing our life with each other –

4 Time is now bending, journey of dream
Voyage to distance of stars
Wonder of universe – Earth rising up,
brightens the view from afar

Repeat 1st verse and chorus

***Are we living as co-creative partners with all the abundant life we have on our fair planet?

 

It’s Only Rain

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IT’S ONLY RAIN

It rained all day
and through the night.
The wind was fierce
in the night,
seemed to moan,
and the flags outside
were whipping around.

All this rain,
is it Mother Earth crying
when she is loving us
with so much blessing?

Is she crying over
how we’re losing interest
in being her stewards,
wanting rather to explore
the unknown desert out there
in our universe?

Is she crying
or am I only imagining?

Because, get real,
It’s only rain.

Richard Evan MacKay

Love in a Minor Key

Inner Child

[A song written for the Columbine Shootings in Colorado
– now a seemingly ongoing tragedy]

1. The pictures on the news – are tragic and sad.
All those young people – all laying there dead.
Emotions well hidden – except to show hate.
Two people in illusion struck out on that day.

Chorus

Love, where are you going?
Love, where have you been?
Do you have a song to play
for all these young friends?

And where’s education
bureaucratically amuck?
Have these lives uncovered
the blind spots where you’re stuck?

2. You’re now calculating the terrible cost,
all the emotion and all of the loss.

So what is the lesson, the lesson to heed?
What is the lesson? – What is the need?

3 Now, where is the healing? – Where has love gone?
As we all feel the bleeding, is there a new dawn?

And the song that is playing is playing for thee.
The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

4. Now, love’s full of passion, but love’s full of care.
And love’s full of healing – when love is there.

And the song that is playing is playing for thee.
The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

Richard Evan MacKay

Poetry and Incremental Repetition

The distinction between poetry and prose

“Valery…..said that prose was walking, poetry dancing.  Indeed, the original 2 terms prosus and versus meant, respectively, “going straight forth” and “returning,” and that distinction does point up the tendency of poetry to incremental repetition, variation, and treatment of different themes in a single form.

 

Howard Nemerov

Parkland, Florida – My Perspective

My perspective as a Wise Elder and Writer

This incident of violence in our educational system, I believe, reveals more than just the problem of gun violence.

Our society has many contradictions and social problems.  In the 60’s we all looked at these and came up with some novel solutions, like Civil Rights legislation.  Love was something that one manifested in their actions in society.  I remember seeing some posters called “Listen Christian” posters that helped move the church into more social action; it catalyzed love in compassionate action.

 
Love in the 70’s seemed to become ‘turned in’ to be with only your partner or your immediate family.  My perspective, however, is that additionally we need compassionate, conscious structural love in business, in government, in education, and in all aspects of our society.  This may seem overly idealistic, but I think it is possible if we create a new mindset.  Right now, socially, our society seems to be divided on what actions to take; we aren’t functioning as a United country.

Love in a Minor Key

Inner Child

(A song about caring for the young voices and lives of our future.)

I share my heartfelt grief with this song I wrote

 after the Columbine school tragedy about 20 years ago.

This tragedy continues to unfold still; –

no pictures, just words.

 The pictures on the news – are tragic and sad.

All those young people – all laying there dead.

Emotions well hidden – except to show hate.

Two people in illusion struck out on that day.

Chorus

Love, where are you going?

Love, where have you been?

Do you have a song to play

for all these young friends?

 

And where’s education

bureaucratically amuck?

Have these lives uncovered

the blind spots where you’re stuck?

You’re now calculating the terrible cost,

all the emotion and all of the loss.

So what is the lesson, the lesson to heed?

What is the lesson? – What is the need?

 

Now, where is the healing? – Where has love gone?

As we all feel the bleeding, is there a new dawn?

And the song that is playing – is playing for thee.

The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

 

Now, love’s full of passion, but love’s full of care.

And love’s full of healing – when love is there.

And the song that is playing – is playing for thee.

The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

 

 

And the song that is playing – is playing for thee.

The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

Richard Evan MacKay

On This Christmas Morning

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The snow is melting, now, on this Christmas morning,
revealing of the dormant Earth below.
We gather ‘round our tree of many colors,
Exchanging gifts and all the love we can show.

The sun is showing again above the mountain
Even in this darkest time of year.
The miracle of the light comes celebrating
The time to share the gifts will always be here.

We gather celebrating of life’s miracle
We gather celebrating the virgin birth,
And sing our songs for love of baby Jesus,
Can you sing some prayers for love of Mother Earth?

Now, Santa has gone back to his home in the North Pole,
leaving a song and gifts for all of us to see.
Gone with all his sleigh and magical reindeer
All the gifts for you and for me.

And Spring is only now
A far away fantasy,
A place waiting for
All our dreams to grow,
Knowing that the energy here is biding,
We celebrate this chrysalis morning glow.

Richard Evan MacKay

**This song came as an inspiration during the Christmas season when I happened to be feeling sad and lonely, ruminating about the recent transition of my mother that year.