Havroota's House of Hundreds

Fire is so mesmerizing, it's so hot
The dry logs produce heat instead of rot
The fire consumes all their mass and then unites
Their energy becomes a focused unity so strong it inspires fright
Does the fire have boundaries will it go out
Will it spread uncontrolled, will it destroy throughout?
The fire glows its gold, red and blue
Each ember sparkles with its own unique hue
The flames seem to squeal indeed even to speak
Espousing the message of pure energy, this wood will no longer creak
Because it has transformed its very being into energy
This is a lesson to learn from for both you and me
To transform your soul into an energy so strong
That it harnesses your body to a spirit so long
The energy can be constant and contained
Depending if you excercise a little self restraint.
Otherwise the flames will grow out of control
Your limbs will shake, your eyes will roll
Will you be able to reel in this power inside you
Will you learn to steer the fear that denies you
The ultimate pleasure of the truer being
The one deep inside you who loves the singing
Of the hissing flames that sparkle and crackle
When two teams cooperate there's no challenege they can't tackle
Their flames reach, even jump, upon high
Is there any reason why you and I
Should not take a cue from the daringly real
Powerful energy whose heat you can feel
We can become our own energy source
Within the context we are created in of course
But I say looking at this bonfire
compels me to ponder and honestly inquire
Why are my thoughts and actions, my very being not aimed higher?

The joy of carefree
The joy of fun
As light as a bee
As light as the sun
To jump and fly and play with singing
To celebrate a life that's always beginning
Toys and smiles and games
With ploys and trials and brains
Garner a person towards succulent success
Garnished, not tainted, with a tint of largesse
Do we invite do we suggest
The important inquiry, the rampant request
Of the imaginative, ever curious child
Whose dreams wander about like a fawn wild
What shall I be today
where o ever shall I go
I am a boat in the bay,
a farmer with his hoe
Today I shall explore
tomorrow -- I don't know.

A beautiful view
Reminds me of you
This beauty and subtlety
Outdoes the most exquisite cup of tea
One after another
One mountain rises and another falls
After each there�s more to discover
At the end of it all
The vision continues unending
Does it end with views or is it sending
me, beckoning me to another realm
Where peace reigns with otherworldly calm
Where quiet and truth reign supreme
Under the obvious care of the only real Me
Can I have it now? I will find my way
The only question is tomorrow, or today?
I need help I need a guide
Please direct me gently like the tide
That flows so sweetly to its home
A place where I'll know I'm not alone
So in this quiet I sit and pray
and thank You for tomorrow
and every last second of today.


from the top of Algonquin Mountain
in the Adirondack mountains of NY
5114 feet above sea level

The ripples, like dimples, couched in the face
the glimmers, like pimples, stand out but not in disgrace
The waves wander forth and back, up, down, to and from
The water already is, but the sea struggles to become
Ever greater, larger than before
Struggling, pushing with gentle groans against the shore
Bargaining incessantly with the nordering sand
To add to its being, to be the sea plus an "and..."
"And what?" ask the sand
As it unnoticeably takes a stand
Do you want an extra piece of earth, to cover another strand
"I don't know," replies the sea, "but sitting here is rather bland"
If I would idly sit like a stagnant pond
Without searching, beyond my limits, in the great beyond
My water would become pale, I would squalidly frown
If my insides were not constantly jiggling up and down
So I wave at the shore, licking the rocks
The tastes I find vary, sometimes they shock
Would I like to integrate this one, to make it part of me
Without the inside-outside struggle I'd never see
What could be added to spice the platter
of my balanced and soothing delicate patter
The sound that crashes mightily against the rocks
Or alternately rolls ashore comfortably like fresh socks
On the feet of those who have come to me to relax
To unburden their minds, to take the strain off their backs
They too push ashore fighting an internal war
Thinking do I have enough inside, should I push for more
Can I discover more inside
Something that will fill my Maker with pride
Look up at the stars swimming in schools
Reflecting the constellations of fish gleaming in the pools
From them I can siphon inspiration from a distance
Since they mimic my own existence
Their influence beams down their numbers astound
Looking up at them you might almost drown
But I'm still standing on the ground safe and sound
Sitting, heart wide open, by the sea where I've found
Myself watching mesmerized as the tide rolls
Whispering knowledgeably like a cadre of souls
Who cherish and share a guarded secret
While dancing along the sea shell sandy carpet
What is the message, what are they saying
It's a tune so beautiful you don't even have to sing
To experience the tranquility of its truth
To savor the sensation that succulently sooths
Why only be, why settle for who you are
Bearing your self as an unchanging scar
Place your feet in the sea, feel its vibrations
You are part of the same creation
Let it wash you until you feel at home
Realize, with confirmation, in this struggle you're not alone
Rise like the waves! Push against the shore
Dare your self to become ever more.