What You Give Will Be Enough

And he said to her

and she said to him

with their open hands in trust

you can take my love

you can take it free

what you give will be enough

as their friendship grew

a sweet thing came true

and they let their hearts entwine

they did recognize

in their loving eyes
that this moment was divine

they had washed up there

in each other's reach

both amazed at what they found

they embraced this chance

in a sacred trance

and their heart notes did resound

And I know this thing

from the way they sing

in a tone that sounds so sweet

and I bow my head

without any dread

as this joy makes us complete

Newly Formed Land

I see a new landscape emerging

approaching in the dawn's light

racing efffortlessly across the mire

as you measure out your grief

giving it enough time to honor

what you think you have lost

standing where you still wish to be

while your bare footprints imprint

one last stand in the old muddy shore

leaving a marker to be discovered again

by another soul who will stand in your place
once you decide to vacate this hovering

at the intersection of what was and is

but the tide is slowly rising now

as the ocean meanders in

to kiss the river a greeting

you are welcome there too

to walk upon this sweet water

across the virgin delta newly formed

only just now solid enough to embrace

the next moment of your being

and carry you forward in grace

where happiness awaits your taking

and your baggage may be left behind

when the time is right for you to choose

Why do we gather here?

Why do we gather here, in the bright and welcoming shade of this Un-Familiar land? Un-Afraid in this place to bear open our hearts a bit, step by step each day. Where the love runs not in rivers alone but in waterfalls too, spraying the divinity we are afraid to embrace freshly into our caught-off-guard faces. And here we see a rainbow of lights softly glowing, where sometimes we might have only seen words, buzzed out like parrots, but here we sometimes glimpse the hearts that sweetly rolls them out like dough into being. Sandcastles rising from the clouds and drifting in the breezes of our dreams carefully settling into solid life for a sweet while, no longer washed away by the morning tide. And yes, these kisses are for you, and you too, the doubting one who turns away and looks behind to see the recipient you expect must have been intended for this kiss that is yours alone. But know it's you. It is you. And you are not alone if you think of that in a lonely way, for we are many when we squint our eyes and see. Many who are one. A train of waves washing at our neighbors shore. We cannot see ourselves except in their eyes, for we are nothing to see without them. And yet you do not need them, not for their acceptance. It is they who need you to accept yourself. Accept yourself like I do you, in this fleeting moment, when you fall into my dreamy focus. As this moment of me here, now, is repeated in each of you, and multiplied and spread around in a swirl of love. Taking pause to love what is already in your reach. And then love it a little more. Not for what it gives, but for what you can give it to make it sweeter. More nourished like a flower you beg with water to bloom. And then sit back and watch it open. Open a door laced in silken ribbons, swirling around a hollow cylinder floating in space. Leading to a hallway that welcomes you to walk into a virgin meadow where you've never walked before but always belonged, where birds sing your name, in phrases you don't yet recognize as yourself, but yet you walk welcome into it anyway. I find myself here waiting to meet you. And finally you came. You came in peace or perhaps in doubting disagreement, screaming and kicking, but anyway you came. To this sacred valley where part of you is known. And part of you is learning to know yourself. Just like me, and her, and him. All of us together in trust, sometimes still afraid of what we might be, but this sacred trust calls us anyway.And we grow like seeds into trees that grow into forests that fill valleys and overflow between oceans filling up everything there is to see, and them creating more. Or creating less and breathing in the splendor of what already is. And in that seeing we find a deeper place to look, and tunnel into it, until again we find our heart, sprinkled across the morning, and feel the dew of our being, refracting the light that glistens, with words of love said for the first time, again, and again. And then allowing love's dawn to finally flow eternally, without demise, and awaken again to find, that you and you and you, are where it begins and ends. In this moment, where you stand. Ready to choose. We await your grand re-opening. And we will wait forever.

Patience is more than a virtue

Patience is more than a virtue

it allows the soup of life to brew

without its carefully slow unfolding 

caterpillars could not become butterflies

or they might only grow one wing

if we rip open their cocoon

before its time is due

we will find less

of the more

it could

be

In Your Sweet Light He Glows

In your sweet light he glows

floating upon the wisdom you know

planted there by your own loving intention

for you can see beyond his ice capped shield

the shield worn against his unimaginable freedom

being unable to see himself guiding of his own ship

thinking he dare not dream himself out of his shadow

unable to loosen his lips and declare himself to free

but you watch in tranquility the river he has carved

unfurls its destruction as it always must and will do

peaceful with whatever it is as it comes to be full

and through your heart is how I can now see

from this place of peace at riverside

watching inspiration flow open

seeing how we can be

when we allow

ourselves

to be

And so

I wish for you

a brighter day that

I know has already come

I see you standing in it now

and I take pause to recognize

this beautiful moment you have

wrought of your own hands

this gift to yourself

watching it

become

you

For Cathy

The mystery of a mother's love

is how it seeps both ways

from mother to child

and back again

as it does

in you
♥♥♥

♥♥

♥

♥♥
♥♥♥

as you

embraced

the occasion

to say I love you true

with the way you cared to be

the way you gave your whole heart

and now that you are in this place

feeling the loss of her here

I know the way will

unfold for you

as it must

in time
♥♥♥

♥♥

♥

♥♥
♥♥♥

but now

you may hurt

but I hope for you

the light will come soon

to recognize she's alive in you

and if you listen carefully she will speak

as she already has through your caring heart

that give to her when strength was gone

much like as a child she was given

all her daughter's sweetness

in a clear reflection

of her soul

♥♥♥

♥♥

♥

♥♥

♥♥♥

that walks

in your shoes

and has each day here

on this earthly plane and still does

as you carry forward the dawn of each day

that brings new light to this journey of our heart's creation

Where You Flow Into Me

In my brother's heart

and my sister's too

I see reflected

a world of love

hidden in unspoken words

entwined together

in this fabric divine

and breathless am I

when I recognize you

so sweetly glowing there

curiously wondering

wandering like me

we stand upon a thread

so thin in its silken way

but it spreads as wide

as we wish to walk

and turns where we go

though we sometimes think

that we are following it

to some horizon that never comes

for already are we there arrived

breathed into life by intention

dressed in the ribbons we wear

the breeze blowing gracefully

billowing our sails so sweetly

following our hearts without care

or sometimes in glorious hesitation

we dance our spiraling way

close enough to touch

but far enough to reach

sometimes tasting the wind

sometimes being it too

and finding communion

where we are joined

eternally in bliss

with a bond

that cannot break

because it is forged

beyond the edge of time

where you flow into me

for we are
what each other will become

or have already been