One More Step

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One More Step – © 2021 Patrick Canganelli.

where was my home
that I left
to come here
and settle in this place,
what music was there,
what beauty surrounded me there
that I was drawn here
instead.

was there sadness?
did we care?

I care.

I care
wherever I stand
wherever I call home.
I stand for everyone
I care for every abandoned soul
and every noble heart

the place from whence I came
did we know
of love
I say ‘yes’
we knew that the glad heart
can sing
and its songs
drown out sorrow and hate.

from wherever I came
from wherever you came
we are here now
together
to share the pain
yes
to share the emptiness
I suppose.

But we are also here to strike up
a new tone.
We came from other dominions
to stand together
to look in each other’s eyes
and see the soul,
to walk on the Commons.
we are not here
to shudder at the outward look of things
I think we traveled far
to get here.
we travelled with hearts and minds
knowing this is now the Common ground.

One more step.
One more lonely brother
One more beloved sister
we will embrace everyone
on the Common ground—
no one to turn back.

We are all here at last.

(written at night, on the eve of Humanity.)

© 2021 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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The Spirit Can Soar

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Snowflakes On Us All – © 2018 Patrick Canganelli.

the world is such a sad place
at times
but bright white snowflakes fall on our noses
in the deep of night
do they not?
and with the falling rain
we are renewed.
run around an open field
on a golden autumn day
and tell me
you’ve almost forgotten
the oppressive summer nights.
I know the heart can hurt
but the spirit
can also soar
and ascend to heady mountaintops
the height of the world
can be reached,
the thoughts of despair
can be left behind.
let us run into the ocean spray
let us gather at first light
and sing
of joy
and laughter
and come together
to celebrate what we have—
let us know
the moment of birth
is hope
for a gentle soul,
in the hour
of misery
we can shout
to the far heaven,
a land we dream of—
a great land where we are headed.
bow our heads
and then look up into the shining
white.
let the love in
and it will push out
the saddest times,
and bright white snowflakes will fall
on us all.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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Not Just the Snow

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Not Just the Snow – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

I am going off to war
to a far place.
I have never been
away from my village.
well here I am.
the sun is the same
but nothing else is recognizable.
we have our orders
and we begin to ascend the hillside
we are to engage the enemy—
what enemy?
how can a foe be someone I’ve never seen?
progress is slow
trudging through this incline of rock
and newly fallen snow.
a sharp whistle
rings through the air,
I cannot breathe.
I fall without warning
my legs have left me
I turn to get up
but I cannot
I see my blood pour into the snow
sounds are faint
and
I am growing cold
the air is thin.
I cannot tell you
how I wish I were home
next to the hearth
while you carefully place the trivet.
I try to breathe
my chest gurgles
your beautiful hair
the smell of scones
my brothers charging all around me now
that strange whistle again
a soft thud near me
oh the fragrant tea
if it could warm me now
you’re humming old favorite aires.
why am I here
I forget
did I ever know?
how was our love
not enough?
it was for us.
I cannot keep the tears away
I am thinking of you,
after all
I am here to ‘keep
our way of life’
to shutter you from
the hate
and aggression,
but I have failed,
my day was lost
before I hit the snow
if I could but kiss your face…
instead I see the lights going out
all around me
friends are falling
how will we keep
the world safe
I hear faint crunching boots
but I am weak,
my face is pressed into the cold
at their feet.
will I see you again
my love?
my prayer is whispered
faint swirls of vapor barely escape
my lips,
a quick sip of tea
and I will gather with my fallen comrades.
so when I’m gone,
please keep me in your heart,
for not just the snow has fallen.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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We Travel the Sky

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Lattice and Spectrum – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

 

so in our youth we travel the sky
and
grow to find our passports to
the stars,
souls criss-cross time and space
in one countless moment,
but truth is trapped inside the hidden dimensions.
my roadmap only talks of galaxies
and the hot molten spheres
still generating precious metals—
where is even the
briefest hint
of how we collapse into
our inner selves?
I have searched far and wide
for a spell
to take me
to where you and I have always known
what matters.
shall I
beseech a vortex
to open up
and swallow us all
and latch
the hate behind us
our inner place has no unkindness
I wish to zoom down to the bonds between
the lattice,
I will reach out to everyone
our arms will form the most magnificent crystal,
formed of love,
our new structure
will be impenetrable
and we will set about
to latch onto
everyone
every single brother and sister
I will only see
our outstretched arms
and marvel at
the color of
the crystal as it
fans into the spectrum of God.
there is no limit
if we can but peer deep down
into the hidden places
they
shall
not
be
hidden
anymore,
and the crystal will
be us, and the stars
and galaxies,
and we will
fill the void
from now
‘til
ever more…

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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The Summit

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To Leave My Door Ajar – © 2009 Patrick Canganelli.

Still transcending
A thousand moments
My mind has sailed;
Carried off to a place or two
Where rest makes quiet
The shivering platitudes within.
Engaging my longings
With a swelling power,
The incidents passing
Without the regret
I’ve left for others,
I have stood still
Too often to count
Among the living,
So I coax
The passenger fistful
To plead my triumphs,
And bear me up
Among the pitiless;
To leave my door ajar,
By grieving only
The fleeted memories
I’ve left to encounter.

(taken from The Noumena, available at Amazon here.)

© 2012 Patrick Canganelli.

There is a Place

photo taken at Clegg Memorial Gardens.
In Emerald Green – photo © 2020 Susan Canganelli.

 

I know there is a place
where all of us are free
free to love
free to be just who we are
no judgment
no expectation
tears only of joy
I have a longing for what we can become
I desperately want that day to break tomorrow,
each evening
I drift to the place of dreams
I visit with all of you
who are ready
but what to do
for those still in anguish
We surely want all of us to wake in
a world of love
I know I do
and I know there are others,
so
let us set a time—
why not tonight—
and lie down together
in emerald green
and drift to that vast tomorrow
filled with love
and the crimson heart
and freedom for all of us
I wait for the daybreak,
please be there when I awake.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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A Calm Bright Path

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Sparkling Ocean – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

Sitting in this hollow log
tossed gently on the waves
I am dreaming of the distant shores
the sun on the horizon
is my beacon
a bright line of yellow orange
finds its way to me
behind me
are yesterday’s memories
floating on the water
foamy crests and side swirls
each encapsulating
a day spent in the past
but I go ever forward
I will not look back
behind me is the sea foam
ahead is the sun
and
a calm bright path.
I anticipate the community
of souls,
in my mind
words of joy
are brewing
and spilling out
to form
a new directive
I am positively
filled with hope
there will be other souls
with their words
spilling out
mixing with mine
to build
tomorrow.
I scan the sea from edge to edge
and I can see a gathering
a million hollow logs
with eager souls
heading to that ball of light
we will reach
a distant shore
we will stand together
our feet side by side in the sand
so then
we will raise our arms
every single one of us
in unison
with nothing in our hearts
but each other
you see —
I brought nothing with me
I only need all of you.
please let us fill our hearts
with all of who we are,
standing on the shore together,
hands raised
all troubles left behind
eventually
I know the crests and eddies
behind me
will fall away
into the vast oceanic yesteryear.
but we will step across each other’s footprints
forming a new organism
called man-KIND.
our kind and gentle voices all heard,
nothing from where we came from
except the joy
of who will we become.
I cannot wait
for that great shore!

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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I am Ready

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Star of Heaven (taken through Schylling Classic Tin Kaleidoscope) – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

 

I am here waiting in the dark
cold corners at my back
my eyes covered
my heart heavy
quiet and passive
but I am dreaming awake
thinking of tomorrow
not patient
my breath is hoarse
I am ready to spring out
from this dank retreat.
at dawn
I will sprint forth
all my energy bound up
now to be released
I am ready
ready to begin again,
ready to meet the throng
of all my brothers and sisters.
We will gather on a hill
under the bright sky.
I, with others,
will lift my chin
toward the hot light
that has traveled through space.
I will turn my head
and ask those around me
‘can you feel the star of heaven dancing on your face?’
great smiles will answer back.
we will be gathered together again
coming from the shadows
to greet the day,
what we do together will
be
magic.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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The Heart Answers

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The mind’s conundrum – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

my mind wonders
but my heart knows
all of the mysteries.
to my mind
all questions are challenges,
deep down inside the well
where sacred aching lies hidden
answers abound,
knowledge of who we are
and why we care
is stored there,
a gift to tap
when only challenges are presented.
love has the answers
is the answer
it cannot be spent
only freely given,
the mind sees only the vast
expanse
it must cover
to arrive nowhere—
seeing the endless chasm
spending every waking hour
on that which has no resolution

the heart aches
to calm the mind’s conundrum
but the mind
is never satisfied

but mind-body-spirit are one
and the heart is waiting for the mind to halt
the chatter,
the mind is silly,
and the heart is glad
for love holds the truth
If We Listen.
Quiet.
Listen.
Love
Is
The
Answer.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.