Volume Four

Volume Four: Volume four is a collection of poems written and revised by W. Diane Van Zwol, that have not been published previously as individual poems.

1. To This, I Aspire

Toward a higher pathway than desire,
To this, I aspire.
Towards a more complete and fuller life,
To this, I aspire.
Towards a humbler walk than vanity,
To this, I aspire.
Towards the fufillment of glory to God,
To this, I aspire.

2. Mystery 2 - The Giant

The Giant coupled in the waves
Of windy day and water's slaves,
If viewed from regions other than
A forward view, does show a plan.
What does appear a male to be,
Becomes a female mystery;
The profile of a dormant guy,
Becomes a lady, by and by.
At Chippewa, the female see,
If fog does lift and weather be
Co-operating on a day
When wind has lifted fog away.
Perhaps it's love unveils the veil
And then exposes nature's tale?
The Sleeping Giant's just a man,
Unless perceived as poet can.
And either way, it matters not,
The poet can perceive the cot
Of Lake Superior's mystery,
Awaiting there for you and me.

3. The Expectation Thereof

The fullness and complete surrender
of total control,
actualizing the awakening
of the horizon of perfect passion,
embracing the ultimate moment
of pure awareness,
perfect peace,
pure thought
and pure feeling,
human sensuality and sexuality
perfectly tuned
to the ultimate, divine vibration
of the melting into oneness,
encompassing, unfolding, unravelling
within the gentle hands of time;
the expectation thereof
in the thoughts and minds
of hearts and souls
like mine.

4. The Realization

The realization thereof accomplished
with a hand into which I place mine
in trust and faith,
the signification of which
even I am at best only partly aware,
the implications therein boundless.
A gentle nudge, a whisper,
an almost touching,
a transitory vibration,
the electricity, ecstatic joy
beyond denial.
The warmth of embracing enclosure,
penetrating, releasing,
fufilling, capturing forever
the most miniscule of miracles,
life in its fullness,
its essence,
its very being,
the conception and the birth
of love, timeless and eternal.

5. First, I'm Going To Find A Mountain

First, I'm going to find a mountain
And I'll buy it for a song,
Then I'll chisel out a fountain
And I know it won't take long.
When I get the water flowing
And it will, in my own time,
I will turn it to a pipeline,
Not a bucket of mere rhyme.
Soon it will be overflowing;
Others too, in pools, will bathe,
Or they'll walk the streets of gold built
From the nuggets they all save
And they'll be such special nuggets,
Gems of truth exposed in deed,
Everyone of them is planted;
Each in turn will bear new seed.
Build a dream,yes, build a mountain,
Reaching ever to the sky,
Where the birds fly or the sunbeams.
You can reach eternal high.

6. Splendor

Splendor, as in the morning sunrise;
The sun awakening,
Radiating beams into the hollows of the clouds
Waiting to embrace them.
Splendor, as in the wintery morning;
Sentinels of frozen mist,
Rising above the icy waters of the lake
Lined up as waves, row by row.
Splendor, as in the diamonds
Twinkling in the dew
Of freshly fallen rain on a spider web
Weighed down by water droplets.
Splendor, as in the light;
Sparkling in a child's eyes
As he or she reaches for someone who
Is already known and loved.
Splendor, as in the totality of life
Reflected in the blossoming of a rose
Unfolding in its glory,
To the noonday sun.
Splendor, as in the fullness of love,
Its expression so explicit, so implicit,
In the divine
Fully portrayed in man.

7. Love, In Its Anthem

Love, in its anthem, eternal refrain,
Wafting on winds and waves ever again.
Drifting through hist'ry, like snow piling high,
Rising to new heights beyond just mere sky.
Speaks to the heart of man, not just a word,
Opens the eye to see rainbow unheard.
Raises the hope of each eternal joy,
Searching for new ways, as love to employ.
Truth bounding forth like a new lamb in spring,
Echoes in time with each song that we sing.
Tenders the heart of man, renders the soul;
Helpless surrender to love in control.
Say, can you hear it, the anthem again?
Say, can you sing it, eternal refrain?
Oh, do you feel it now, or can you see
What love as an anthem would have you be?

8. Write Me A Windsong

Write me a windsong, eternal in time,
Write it in metres, write it in rhyme.
Write me a windsong that would live on,
Just as the sunset gives way to the dawn.
Write me a windsong just like a breeze,
Laughing and dancing, daring to tease.
Write me a windsong, one I can sing,
One that is special, new joy can bring.
Write me a windsong, that floats on the waves,
And gurgles like brooks as new freedom braves.
Write me a windsong, soft like a sigh,
Swift as an seagull winging it high.
Write me a windsong touching my soul,
Baring the depth of eternity whole.
Write me a windsong, full of true love,
As if by God's pen, sent from above.

9. If Passions Tears

If passion's tears would end the plight
Of fear and terror, horror's flight,
Then floods of grief could then suffice,
If not just once, then maybe twice.
But passion's tears can't mend the tear,
In fact, 'twill render greater there,
The rift, the cleft, within the rock
Upholding pathways where we walk.
Must we not have a ladder higher
Than human passion and desire,
To climb beyond the pit of grief,
To heights of hope and true relief?
In passion's tears, we'll float away
Or sail off to a better day,
Where love intact fore'er supreme,
Enhances life with all its dream.
So savor not the shallow end
And seek on further, past the bend
Of river's stream and gentle flow
Where destiny would have you go.

10. On Truth

If your currency be that of truth,
Then we can negotiate peace.
If your currency is anything other than truth,
It is impossible to negotiate any kind of peace.
Peace is of the realm of truth;
True currency is also of the realm of truth.
May we negotiate peace as love
In its highest expression
Would negotiate peace,
That is in terms of the currency of truth?

11. If I Walk

If I walk in the footsteps where someone else has trod,
I may never really find my own path,
And touched by the fury of the master storms in life,
Bear the agony of their aftermath.
If I seek to learn and to walk in the direction
That I know my own real destiny lies,
Then I am absolutely certain and convinced that
What I'll find is my true eternal ties.
My feet can't fit into the shoes of any strangers
And nor would I want to wear their old shoes,
For if I would try to walk on their eternal path
There is so much I find that I might lose,
My own sense of direction and my own peace of mind,
The integrity with which I was born.
While for some the seemed loss of another soul's pathway
Might seem a legitimate cause to mourn,
For me it's not a reason for sorrow or to weep
Because of one thing I am very sure,
And that is with Love as my sole direction in life,
Here my entire future lies secure.