The Ether
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The Ether is a collection of soul-stirring poetry that lulls you into new, clean moments of bliss, brush-strokes of paradox, and the periodic sear of harsh yet equally beautiful drama.
Prepare to be rescued from your daily grind as you embark on a poetic exploration of the pain and ecstasy of truth, the omniscience of love and wisdom, and so much more—while soaring the spectrum of human emotion.
Dip your toe into The Ether right now as you enjoy the following pieces of its work:
Yellow Daffodils
I walked into the forest, why was
I scared?
I’ve been there before, its just been-
I guess many - many years
The place of comfort, of endless time
The place where I am hers and she is mine
Where my mind is ripped open, my soul
naked and bare
Where she listens, we listen, no one,
everyone is there
We open we close – a private place to rest
Our restless hearts our hopes our dreams
Each holding the others’ to their breast
Softly, softly, the memory unfolds
Life’s dream meaning, to love and be loved
This minuet, this moment, this memory is life’s
love to us…pure gold.
A Six Year Old Boy
Fifty five are dead
but thousands upon thousands mourn
God’s wrath
or
Nature’s scorn?
So what amount of dust
is blown
from man’s anthill
L.A.
A gentle burp of deep plates’ lill
The tremendous sorrow
of a six year old boy
at the loss of his grandma
Aye
of a six year old boy
Still
petty rivalries toy
with our precious time
while a six year old boy
leaves his nursery
to look at the reality
The time gone by
Tears fill his young eyes
He turns to his daddy
“I miss my grandma”
He hangs his head
He cries
Memory
The summer
of my children’s laughter
Now, but an echo
through my tears
The loss of
a marriage
a wife
a way of life
Now, but a memory
clouded with fears
The Dogwoods
The dogwoods are in bloom
I hadn’t seen them before
What a pleasant surprise
to come knocking on my door
Like the beauty of love to come
Who can describe a flower
not yet seen
Like trying to remember
a dream not yet dreamed
So come with me my love
Let us find flowers
not yet in bloom
Let’s live our new memories
as beautiful music
in perfect tune
And in distant days to come
We will play the sweet music
of our perfect tune now past
Remembrance of the beauty and fragrance
of our garden of flowers will last
Why
The long electric
table
slides slowly into
the magnetic tunnel
And I am not
able
to take his place
Two months ago
we were running
jumping
Then he started falling
bumping
Then he started limping
There was pain on his little face
My heart bleeds
The Sound of Love Touch
The sound of the snow
The gentle tussle of
the flakes
As they land that quiet quiet sound
Is poetry
as poetry is to that sound
So it is the poetry of touch
The warm caress
of my lover’s hand
Can you hear the snow land?
The sound is beauty
Can you live that sound?
Can you live the touch
as with the sound?
The caress of my lover’s hand
is as gentle, as beautiful
as the flake to land
Sage Memories
As I pass
the sage brush
in the heavy
salt air
I smell sweet memories
of my Mother’s
Saturday kitchen
I was a small boy
incredibly happy
very scared
but
I knew I was loved
by mom
The smell of sage
on the morning sausage
frying in the pan
My head filled with thoughts
of what another long Saturday
of adventure would bring
with Geoff, Tom, and me.
My Phoenix
Paris has opened me
Paris has broken me
Paris has eaten me
digested me…and
Paris has spit me out!
Paris has consumed me
in a volatile fire of truth
Paris has deconstructed me
Paris has risen me
from the ashes of fear
from the stench of fear
Paris has used me as fuel
for the fire of truth
Paris is my phoenix
My Forever
The love of my life
Two souls unite
Catalyst to the light
The light of our love
Between the busy distractions
of life’s situations
there streams through
this ethereal sinuous line
to take us from time
to the eternal place
Our love
My forever
Things Permanent
Things permanent
Among things fleeting
the setting sun’s
good night
To others
the morning’s
greeting
This moment of time
our calculated
spectrum
is here now
Then gone
Forever outdated
Or is it?
Things permanent
Our love
exists
as we move
through our days
The fleeting nature
is movement
is life
Past and future movement
Past and future haze
Love is permanent
To connect the flow
of our lives
To this permanence
is the essence
of a pure existence
To float in our love
No past no future
No resistance
To surrender to
the timeless
is to gain
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About the Book
The Ether is a collection of poetry that spans the spectrum of human emotion and a quarter century of the author’s life, including the loss of his best friend and the rekindling of his long lost love. Yet it is not just his stories they tell.
These poems chronicle a spiritual and philosophical awakening and journey… They explore the pain and ecstasy of recognizing truth and following wisdom’s path… They reveal the discovery and decision to live within the light of love no matter what the cost… All through captivating adventures that perhaps mirror some of your own.
It is hoped that you, dear reader, embark upon this journey into and within the spiritual Ether with the intent to awaken to the beauty, light and love that is here for all of us. It is us.
Set sail on the trip of a lifetime, and live free in your lifetime… the beautiful, exquisite time your life is meant to be. Seek it. Find it. Claim it as your own. The Ether—it is your connection to everything.
About the Author
Bill Buck has traveled the world as an insurance investigator specializing in fine arts, diamonds, explosions, fraud and arson. He is working on a series of mystery novels based on his insurance investigation cases. Bill Lives in Chicago and is the father of four boys and has a grand daughter.