Broadway producer Hal Prince generously allowed that anyone who writes can lay claim to being a "writer," whether published or not. I suppose that includes me, as well as anyone else who writes, either for the fun of it, for the learning process, or simply for the creative effort. Thanks, Hal. Anyway, I am certainly no poet--as you'll soon see--but those lonely weekends in Ensenada have to count for something! Besides, it's healthy to keep a record of our steps, whether baby or giant, don't you think? After enough polishing, these things may even be decent reading. Feedback is always welcome.
(If poetry isn't your thing, scroll to the bottom of the page for a list of links to other unimportant trivia.)
Nature's Dream
the face of God has retreated
from the waters, from the great sameness, the
great difference, the infinite oneness.
He speaks now from sheer cold
in utter silence...
...now that men have come
with kindly and belligerent faces,
building alms to themselves, of infinite variety:
the seasons are their toys.
air has disappeared, become visible
the awful beauty of hushed silence
can't regenerate its stunning power in cacaphony
significance is slain, as waters die
our lifeblood is polluted, insulted
the face of God
has now returned to the stars
and so shall we
copyright © cliff morris 1999
Unmasked
your child-face in the wind
the light advised your soul
the wonder of the moment, one
with the wonderful Universe,
and a treaty made with all the souls
of sufferers too many.
a promise was drawn upon the skein:
if those sufferers could die for Love
then you could hear but this;
that love was god and sacred through
so with that love you homeward flew
child-face unmasked
to the wonder of
that sacred Love.
copyright © cliff morris 1965
Akwakok's Cosmic Song
This chant is to be read rythmically, to the imagined sound of Native drums.
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Ah Hey, ya, hey, ya, hey, ya, ya
Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya
When Akwakok did close his eyes
to pass from earthly things hey ya
quite naturally ascended he
to stand beside the kings hey ya
For in this life his honor flowed
like manna from the sun hey ya
to be within his gentle gaze
was fear and scorn undone.
Ah, hey, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya
Old Akwakok did glance about
said, "Spirit, Heaven Is!" ah hey
my body's gone, I feel no pain
no eyes, no hair, no feet, no brain!
no effort, weight, no legs, no cane
I see that here there's Bliss, ah hey
Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya
Then from the misty fog ahead
a figure, dressed in blue ah hey
laughed hard though Akwakok could see
no head, no mouth, it's true ah hey
Laughed he, the spirit, "Okonkwo, you've changed you seem so sane hey ya
we thought you were down there deranged
you whacked that boy upside the head
then hung yourself till you were dead.
Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya
Old Akwakok stood much confused
who was this deep blue thing?
who called him by another name
who called him ding-a-ling!
One thinks you may be wrong my friend
they call me Akwakok hey ya
in Inuit it means "the wind"
to me the Men did flock hey ya
Ah hey ah hey ah hey ya ya
ah hey ya ya ya ya
Then Spirit searched the Book right there
'cause there a book appeared
from nowhere, huge and filled with names
written in gold, aglow with flames
of red, blue, yellow, and bright green
but soft and cool, "that's very strange;"
Said Akwakok, "that's medicine, most powerful, great medicine."
Ah hey ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
You too, my friend, you have it too
said spirit kindly bent,
but just for now let's skip that point
and look to see just who are you
Okonkwo or The Wind?
Ah here we are and guess what friend
you're both, it's true, you're both of them
but lest confusion naturally
consume your thoughts, listen to me
Ah hey ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
Forget, you do, God's great surprise
that from earth's dust you do arise
more times than one, like it or not
in pain, in joy, sometimes in rot
His purpose must be understood
that you should know true Brotherhood.
Ah hey ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ah hey ya hey ya ya
Akwakok for eternity
is how you're known by all of we
for choose you did that name up here
when souls God first made; lend an ear
Akwakok is the perfect you
Okonkwo in subconscious knew
and so did those you've been before
Consuela, Lucient, and more.
Ah hey ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
We'll speak of this until in mind
the memory of them all you'll find
but first I must apologize
they failed, these things you call my eyes
I saw you as Okonkwo strong
I greet all souls, I'm sometimes wrong
so hopefully that bit's repaired
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
Now that your peace of mind is spared
I'll bring the light most true to you
Ah hey ya hey ya hey ya ya
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
Of late (so called, for there's no time)
you've known some lives less than sublime
Okonkwo was engulfed in pride
so by the law he did abide
Ah hey ah hey ah hey ya ya
and paid for it through karma's rule
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
Next time he did not play the fool
much happier, in reverie
fulfilled in heart, through Love you see
his life as Akwakok was free.
Ah hey ya ya ya hey ya ya
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
Remember thee the People do, your strength and more as Akwakok
as symbol of a glorious past
in that house long your name shall last
Ah hey ya ya ya hey ya ya
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
Okonkwo's strength of purpose will
be wed with blessed humility
for that you learned as Lucient
when far below earth's surface went
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
God put you there to learn it best
in that black hole with coal's black threat
as symbol of the depth of this
the sin of bloated arrogance
Ah hey ya ya ya ya hey ya
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
'Twas pow'r you sought in vain pursuit
in some lost life upon the skein
but all we care about for thee
thou knowest now futility
that's all we care about for thee
that you did learn humility
it's all for thee, it's just for thee
a gift from God, Humility!
Ah hey ya hey ya hey ya ya
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
Justice it's called by men and God
and you Consuela suffered from
the lack of it upon your life
now justice will thee take as wife
when next you tread man's streets of strife
that time will be the last, ah hey
Ah hey ya ya ya hey ya ya
Hey ya hey ya hey ya
Purpose of will, humility
a sense of justice carries thee
the sum is greater than its parts
you now possess the King of Arts
for you the heav'nly bell shall ring
you'll tread earth with Understanding!
Ah hey ah hey ah hey ya ya
Ah hey ah hey ya ya
Ah hey ah hey ah hey ya ya
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
Understanding you'll carry there
in heart, in mind, in harmony
in harmony ah hey ah hey
Ah hey ya ya ya ya
Upon the church of harmony
yourself and God the rock ya hey
this last time will fulfill God's dream
this time you'll be with He!!
Ah hey ya hey ya hey ya ya ya
Hey ya ya ya ya................
Next time you'll be with He!
copyright © cliff morris 1984
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I found this next thing on the Internet. It is claimed the author is a Native American elder.
The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"!
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
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El Rio Grande
The Beat
Letter to Hopalong
An Idiot in Space
Tribal Progress (for the terminally silly)
Stop the Madness!! (under construction)
A Tornado in Canada
Last of the Red Hot DJs (a many chaptered thing)
The Great Steamboat Race
Howler Monkeys
Steve's Authentic Adventure in the Darien Gap
The Birmingham Conservatory of Music
Under Swamp Wood
Hillybilly Heaven
Beowolf
La Buena Noche
The Family Wine
Michigan State University Sailing Center