The One Who Sees

Who is the one who sees

beyond the pond's ripple

past its reflection too

not as a view through water

or a even a view through you

you who contemplate me now

the one who reads and considers

past the one who writes

what power moves my hand

or even my imagination to have a hand

or my ability to love with passion

all of this fruit hanging low

that blossoms somehow near enough to reach

where I can embrace its sweetness

sucking its sacred nectar into me

as it drips across my virgin face

feeling the pulse of your skin

slithering like a silken snake upon mine

wondering where you end

and where I endlessly begin

or how my closed eyes can see God

reflected in the ripple of your eyes

past the reflection that I call you

where you touch my heart

and show me I am love

just as you are too

teaching me the answer

of he who sees

and knowing

it doesn't matter

because of who it is

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Handfasting Friend

Handfasting friend

who brought together love

sewing two into one

you float here still

alive more now than before

in some way

blooming in our hearts

where you seeded yourself long ago

and I walk with you in the night

on the road that would be dark

but for the light of your kind of soul

my path more clearly lit by you

who gave me another reason to be

reason to see beyond myself

into your heart where I find myself

looking out through your eyes

your eyes no longer bound in flesh

yet seeing clearly what can be

and you are that eternally

my handfasting friend

For So Long

Born were you sweetly

in a twinkle of light

on a morning of dreams

at the end of the night

I looked into your eyes

and all I could see

was the love in your heart

spread as wide as the sea

Your kind words echoed back

to the brave and the meek

you unwrapped all the questions

of those who would seek

And then slowly and fast

a great knowing came clear

you were here in my heart

to help drive away fear

So I sing to you now

in a voice growing strong

thank you for your sweet gifts

that I've searched for so long

My Light Belongs To You

My light belongs to you and not me

I shine my light through you

so that other's might see

my beloved other selves

you make me holy complete

and through you my light radiates without my name

truer in form than when you see it shining from me

just as your light too is more sweet

when reflected through those you love

and because then it has no name

no return address begging a reply

you and I are removed from the streaming beam

because we gave ourselves away

shimmering fully our divinity for free

making no demand or expectation

knowing that our untasted kisses

will multiply as they land

upon unexpecting cheeks

making the world a brighter place

where our children can swim free

and see more clearly

by the light

of their own glowing hearts

and joined hands

that we are one

but in our many

we are all

Love without fear

Love without fear

daring to dream a better dream

accepting that it may crumble
but never fearing its demise
knowing you can survive

if it be your will
and therefore have no need
only desire your dreams to come true
without attaching yourself to what may come

without building protective walls

or padding your cell with pillows

or painting nightmares before they arrive
without lowering your expectations
by dreaming of failures you fear

do not cry before your tears are due
by imagining the unraveling's unbearable pain
for in your fears are hidden the flames
that surely will consume you
and all of your sand castles too
just as surely as your dreams
can build the impossible
when fear is held
in its unwelcome place
and not watered into bloom

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Photo: Bernardo Torrens

Life's Weight

When life leans heavy and long

casting its unclear shadow upon your path

feel love's bottomless fountain flowing

touching tenderly your awaiting cheek
sweetly enrapturing your heart
like a small child lost in wonder
as you feel love's golden chalice
touching your lips gracefully
pouring its honey wine deeply
into your soul's open chest
infusing that titillating fantasy
that should guide your steps
when nobody else is looking
or even if they should be
where only you can see its light
the light that is you
in perfection
untouched
by worldly cares
seeking no reward for the love you give
and receiving that free echo back
a thousand times amplified
repaying no debt
given only to please
no one at all
yet wishing
all should be kissed
by that soft blanket's velvet shimmer
wrapping the world with you
as ambassador of giving
grateful for the moment
transfixed by its splendor
recalling no purpose
other than being
the sunrise
that you are


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In This Moment

In this moment

a river flows within me

and I am that river too with you

lost we are when time counts our way

for the hurried tick tock never stops to breath

but I choose a different path where you stand too

there I find that place where dreams join real adventure

illusory as ever shining bare chested in the warm rain

dressed in sails that blow away our earthly bounds

I look down at the canyons we have carved

and there I see your face reflected

wholesome and sun flowered

married to the wind

enchanted

loved

and

because

you never ask

I will tell you my love

though again you may not hear

how the tides have washed nothing away

what truly is true cannot be changed

for my wide open heart has learned

the meaning of your footsteps

that are welcome here

inside your home

where I love

essential

sweet

you

Just A Morning

No ax to grind or point to prove

just a morning of friends greeting sweetly

noone standing higher than the next

the big questions remain answered

even if out of reach they hover near

for when hearts beat as sweetly as this

there is hope so bright in each new moment

where we are trying to stand together

and in only trying we succeed

as we weave a new world

with our intertwined hearts

from the ashes of yesterday's fallen dreams

and the dreams of tomorrow's glorious surprises

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New

New in the sun I feel today glowing
the blue sky only hints with a sigh
no rain tears cried at last night's passing
new memories of yesterday hidden away
whilst I slept in my lovers arms
making a soft treasure to find 
long after this moment has been forgotten
a surprise to be born again when the time is right
today I find my pathway cleared by dawn's breeze
my footsteps can be planted again for the first time
and I think of you my echoed reflections so sweetly
wondering how many splendors you'll bring
into this new day that greets me as you smile

Helmsman

Cast your eye sweetly on the place you now stand

See the blades of grass in the moment you are there

as they announce with expectations of wonder

dancing in praise of the coming dawn

And you too have that charm like the wind before dawn

joyful at what may come without knowing just when

content to fly in your streaming blissful fancy

imagining tomorrow in your dreams to come true

Always now you can say is the place you must be

and in that you are right come what may you can choose

to pretend as a leaf on the river to be

disavowing your role as the river that's you too

Or the helmsman you are and truly must be

can look right or look left as he chooses to see
as he dreams up tomorrow as a wonderfilled stew

while watching each moment to see it come true

Hidden Treasure

The morning sun caught me sleeping

dreaming that I found hidden treasure

forgotten in places unknown until remembered

that's when your face appeared in my day

and in that simply blessing of thinking of you

I found a whole world of uncharted wonder

and my day became as bright as the sun

filtered through a cool bank of clouds

and heard in the laughter of children

the children we are all in our hearts

Sandy

How do you dance my love

your mighty arms swirling so free

knocking down those who try to stand

in the glorious force of your perfect surge

you have no mercy in your beautiful rage

yet I loved the taste you shared with me

my bed trembled under your fury

my heart raced as you came

and my tears cried

as I knew your hands work

undoing the craft of so much labor

just another day to you it seemed to some

though I know your secrets well enough

and no longer do I fear your rath

for your enchantment is the moment

you stand firm where I would like to live

and what looks like undoing is really

the beginning of something new

your plow rips through the soil

allowing seeds planted long ago to thrive

this apparent lose reminds us to forgive

and let go of our ephemeral illusions

embracing them in the present

but resenting not their eventual retreat

for you remind us they were never ours

and you help us enjoy the return

of what we took for granted

and cherish each moment's splendor

far deeper than eyes can see

for you open our heart

where true seeing begins

and you bring tenderness

as we embrace strangers as friends

Frozen Still In Time

Captured so frozen still in time

without losing momentum

blue door corridor beckons

alone on the sea of life

surrounded by animation in flight

a lovely extension of your eyes

paints a brush of pixels

soft or hard they spread and flow

smeared or focused just as they need to be

in that moment that hovers as you saw it

depending upon how the wind blew you there

and the shape of your heart's sail

and so I see that tranquility

shaped by an ocean of looming swells

secure in your insecurity

sure that your next footstep will follow

blissfully not knowing where it will lead

surrendering to the siren's call

unafraid of the myths of doom

stealing a glimpse of life in full and breathless

floating to the next point of unexpected vantage

and spreading a heart's enchantment with life

into the reach of those who cannot dream so well

and the arms of those who dare not embrace so deep

but I know now of a secret but unhidden glow

the light inside that overflows and illuminates

a warm hand that doesn't need touch to be felt

for it wraps around all those who can see

flowing like honey between the trees

lining the avenue of eternity

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My dream for you

My dream for you

is to float here

between the reflections

gasping at the beauty

that always surrounds you

even though it may

escape your vision

And my hope remains

woven in the lips of creation

that flow intention sweetly into being

knowing how you shimmer

when only one is looking

hidden inside your treasure

removed from all eyes

only seen with the heart

This succulence that is you

makes a rainbow for someone's eye

standing above your self

seeing past that shallow horizon

and knowing where you begin

but wondering if it is true

So I wish a wish

to dream a dream

and find yourself floating there

darkness only as a frame

to see the light that is

you

In Morning by Day

In morning by day

the dawn walks forward to greet you

and upon thin ice you dare to tread

in no haste without worry

hesitating before you start perhaps

but not upon your sure way

even when your next turn is unknown

for you know the secret

that life has in store for you

as glorious as your own heart's beating

while meaning asks you to question

and you respond with a different path

walked one foot in front of the other

moment by moment as they come

not before and behind

centered there

not even wondering

if you will turn

or walk straight

but knowing the answer

before you have fathomed the question

pinching reality's cheek

and finding it plump and sweet

dreaming your world into being

with the gleam in your eye

and your smile that begs to kiss

a sweet greetings like the sun

to a new born world

My Unknown Friends

Buried in a swirl of fancy musing lost in busy

breathing not the inspiration of my fellow travelers

how I love the taste of sweetness you bring

when I open my time to breath your moments

my unknown friends

with open hearts you always greet me

and my friends more known too

the honey drops you drip are bliss

spicing my day

painting the sky with laughter and joy

in hues I can only see with my ears

and voices I can only hear in your typing

and faces I can only touch in my dreams

if a wandering vine should grow so strong

how would I love to slither up that path

and meet you in the morning light

to see the sparkle reflected

in your eyes that are windows

to our shared soul

and common love

Into The Wind That Is You

Around this corner I see you

All of you

Looking back
Looking forward
At me

And me at you

And us at we

We kiss with our eyes without touching

Sometimes touching without kissing

Sometimes seeing without looking

Wondering no more

Because the answer has become clear

Both of us watching the same sunset

Both of us all in the many we appear to be

Seeing the same sunset that is never the same

Do you see my name written upon your heart
Like your names are written upon mine
Reflected in my morning mirror
Before the sleep has left my eyes
While they are still closed so that I can see

I am not woven into your heart
I float there in the void
Between the sheets
Separated by a molecule
So small you cannot even feel me watching

Spraying a cascade of waterfalls that is you

Reflected back to yourself in me

And me in you
And us in we

A rainbow of possibilities

Glimmering under the full moon rising

Jumping across the abyss

No longer afraid of that great depth

The floor seems closer now

As if only our fear ever separated us

From our own self

From your own self

The pretty game's magic unfolding

You look at the sharp edge and see it grow ethereal

No longer holding you in restraint

You walk upon water

And through the solid open wall

In your hands the shimmering key pulsates
Something beacons you to let it go free

Let it shine through the dark of your unknowing

Feel the edge of death soften as you see through that illusion

Fear at bay

No longer captive in the grip of your own hesitation

Released from the fabric to which you have clung

No longer swaddled

Your tears have dried

With no ladder to climb
And no will to look away

You levitate before the threshold now

I see you through the misty story

through the mystery

The earth opens below your feet

So that you may learn to walk on clouds

Your boat is anchored there

And has always been waiting

Ready for you to set sail

Ready for you to awaken

Knowing your path is etched

Into the palm of your own hand

In the sand where you built this castle

Beyond the reach of the tsunami

That covered you at birth

Leaving you breathless

Under an ocean of fear
But that tide has washed away
So that you may finally

Awaken child and sing

Without words

Into the wind

That is you

His Conditioned Echo

With tears he walked in wonder and joy beyond himself unable to reach the ground from where he now stood so high above it all and yet so enmeshed without friction the ebb and flow this time did not move his steady feet upon the shifting sands that stood their ground long enough to know. Captivated by the spell of his own linear time unfolding like a flower’s birth in springtime pushing up half frozen through the snowy tomb as winter’s weakening grip grew more dim. The pulse of his heart kept rhythm to the tune he hummed in his hidden mind, behind the veil. And he wanted to share this thing he now knew so clearly but the bell he struck with his golden baton refused to chime or even thud. So complete was the empty silence he found no fear this time but only wondered how he came to walk in this land so easily after all his years of struggle. Struggle for no reason and all that searching pointlessly for what was always in his reach without reaching. He had followed the path a million times without ever before noticing the ledge upon which to step, and yet this time he could not mistake the way it called his name or sang his love song. He tried to explain but words would not do. So he spoke in silence and let his eyes reveal the journey to all those few who could see what had brought him face to face with himself, standing here in God’s hand. Surrounded by the sweet angels he had dreamed as a child when the water had poured like honey down the walls of the glimmering castle so slowly as if not moving at all, and yet like a distant river that never seemed to change it somehow cut deep into the solid rock and opened a canyon where his heart now was shining bright. The grace so large, as large as this moment was blossoming now, could not be seen to the edge, and yet at the same time it was expanding it was contracting through itself, shrinking as small as a grain of sand on the ever spreading beach of infinity. All at once everywhere with nowhere to go and nothing to see. The leafy boat he’d tied fast to the shore washed away without him, leaving him lost in paradise without regard for worry or even wonder. What was was, what is is, what will be will be, and none of it making sense even as it all fit neatly into its perfect place.

The cloud’s edge where he stepped without fear could be seen from his other eyes like diamonds in the night of day. Glistening like a fresh virgin’s first tender kiss, pristine and as new as an old man’s last sigh, she who was he turned inward and saw them who are they. He’d seen the sky before that way, the way it would be a moment later. Expanding. Moving in all directions at once. All directions except toward him. Always away. Always radiating like his heart had sometimes shined. Like it did when he met her for the first time. When he saw her innermost form that was without shape and touched her soul that melted away out of sight like milk from a mother’s breast into the warm nestling face of a child in bliss and peace.

And there he spoke clearly to God, face to face, heart to heart. As clearly as his articulate practice would lend its open hand. He spoke so fine, with words woven in the fabric of long dead poet’s half remembered reflections. Honed for a thousand years and then polished like river gems tumbled round from their once proud crystalline faces. Smooth to the touch and warm like a goddesses’ soft perfect naked willing flesh. His words shimmered in the illusion of sun’s shine. And that’s the way the fine silk poured out of him, like wine, intoxicating to a lover’s spellbound ears. He recounted his journey and plotted his course and wondered his wondering expecting an answer that never came from where he now focused himself to listen. So he listened long and hard, so hard he could not hear a thing. Once again remembering all that he’d managed to forget. It found his conditioned echo returning to shake the clouds upon which it must be impossible to stand when you doubt. And he fell like Lucifer burned and crisp, into the fire born again from almost cold embers reignited by his own growing fear. The fear of last doubt unshed. The fear of fear. The fear of remembering. Remembering what he can now recall again so full and complete. And so he fell back into his world. This world where you now listen with some interest and try to unravel the mystery hidden between these words just like me. And you too fret and moan perhaps. Just like me on a bad day. Though it must be said you are a fool, just like me. And how could you not be that which you are? Foolish enough to reach for the stars you already hold in your hand. Wanting to cut down and kill the pretty flowers in your garden just because they dared to bloom so pretty to your eye and you want to press them against your heart before they dare to die. Wanting to change the course of the river you have woven into the fabric of your heart. And thinking you can do all this while holding onto the shore that you must leave behind. You are torn and stretched. Contorted and tired. Smiling and sad. Crying as you grin. So confused. Though it need not be and yet no warning song can be sung clearly enough that you can hear when you will not listen and remain afraid to forget, craving to remember.

It was like watching a ribbon untie itself. As though the wrapping paper undressed the package and laid itself back into the flat sheet from which it had been taken. The scissors uncut the slash that had severed the small scrap from the large expanse. The curly bow relaxed itself and spun back onto the reel. And the present placed itself back on the shelf, unbought, and then dissolved backward into the parts from which it had been made. No deja vu this time. It had not been seen before as it happened now in this stagnant moment of motionless beauty. We spoke of time forever and God said nothing. I only listened for a moment while nothing was said and heard it all. I had no regrets but felt some tide pulling me back and hence I came. Like you too. We. Standing here ununited. Sometimes afraid. Unable to love. Daring not touch deeply enough to feel. Pulling the covers over to our side to stay warm while our beloved companion freezes in the cold of her own hesitation. Asleep. Just a mirror. I’m afraid to see myself in you. Though I do when I’m alone and you are sleeping. Sleeping like me, just so I can see. This pretty game you play is so sweet. You throw yourself into the fire of worry just so I can see you cry. And in your tears of fear I see myself learning to stand without judgement. Observing my emotions reflected on your face. Just watching in astonished wonderment. And that is only part of why I love you so.

Where Do You Stand In Time

Where do you stand in time

did yesterday already come

is your reflection but a shadow of what was

or are you standing in it as you recall it now

somehow it seems to flow

even now you feel the retreating waves tugging at your feet

washing across the sand back into the ocean that is you

don't you remember that kiss

and when if flashes across your breast

don't you feel your heart again alive reliving

and the hurt of what you seemed to lose

does it really feel like yesterday or now

broken record skipping

the same passage again repeats

that damn clicking jump

how I wish it would move on

yet as it sticks something is learned

a point well taken perhaps 

if you allow yourself to be not only annoyed

but listen to the reason you cannot hear

then it will be clear

where you stand in time

unafraid to face the future that has already come

it only awaits your footsteps into it with open eyes

unless you want to have it come again and again

in the again that means nothing but a stitch in time

just a jumping skip backward damned record

in these labels we call motion and emotion

this is your life to behold and cherish

cards already on the table awaiting your play

you tap the deck and deal again

no need to cut the cards this time

If you play the game you'll lose

even if you win

the tide always reclaims the shore

I prefer frolicking in the white foam

and yet I do choose a direction to walk

so it seems to be yet I'm always lead by something

that lives deep inside of me unseen

and that is what lead me to you

you who made time stand still

opened wide giving birth to this light

seeing the hall of painted mirrors glistening

shining our stories naked to be seen

Islands No More

A better dream unfolds like some labor hard and long

or slides into the light of day gliding on angel's wings

easy and sweetly smooth or  belabored and bitterly rough

never tasting the same but daring to emerge anyway

pushed out like a new child leaving her warm womb behind

unsure if the new world is a gift or curse she cries in her surprise

but I see a new horizon begging to arrive in the mist every day

undulating before my hands awaiting formation and blessing

awaiting intention and wisdom that discards fear spreading love

and also awaiting your loving hands too my dears

as islands we block the flow of our own stream

though as islands we bring color and surprise

and sometimes a place to rest for another traveler

who has been upended in his own white rapids

or brings to our table a wonderful new awakened moment

but while it is always glorious anyway even in our demise

as islands we are not one but many apart

by our own cruel intention

unlinked hands untouched hearts and alone

can't we cast our soft shadow without blocking the light 

must we consume what lies in our path

or can we carve a gentle way

spreading open the leaves of our world

without tearing them apart

or burying them in a furrow

but instead plant ourselves as our own sweet flowers

and allowing ourselves to be opened to the touch

seeing through the masquerade without defense

standing naked before ourselves unashamed

 no pretense as we watch the clock's tick stop

unimpressed by our infinite power

for once can we chose to not abuse this gift perhaps

can we hold the challis to our lips and just drink

without proclaiming our glory and driving it away

sweetly in that moment and just be

grateful for the inner eye by which we see

and unafraid to admit who we really are

and unafraid to see who we are not too

woven together falling in and out of each other's hearts

spiraling galaxies seldom seen we stand here for no reason

other than to amaze our growing raft of friends who await

to see us as they have never imagined whole and sweet

motivated to uplift without judgement and shine in each other's eyes

desiring no reward but only beholding the plentiful seascape

that adorns every ocean where we allow our imaginations to travel

and every moment we ever might breathe

Dawn in West

Sometimes the Dawn rises in the west

and sets backwardly in the east

for no good reason

when we allow our compass to drift

and live without our conditioning

we cannot know the way

and that is good to know

for she flows

like the ocean's tide

like the ebb and flow

like the breath of life

like the sleep and wake

each day she brings water

sharing here with us all to drink

infusing her energy and love

abounding and true

never giving herself

that deeper kiss

or perhaps

yes perhaps

giving herself all those things

but just

needing a moment to reflect

not to shine a new day into our eyes

just to be

just to see

a time to appreciate the light

by staying awake all night in the dark

nurturing the way of her path

without requiring herself to be happy

without requiring herself to shine

seeing that like the tide

she cannot only flow in

but must retreat sometimes

into the land of jellyfish

without form

just in grace

far from the shore

and allow a day to pass

without sunrise

and be ok

in that

way

Where Your Life is Lived

In this land

of forbidden sun

where you alone cast

that shadow refusing to shine

open your heart this day and glow

in just the way you do always you know

stand before the mirror and smile this moment

in this moment that will never return and already has

departed gone already if you looked away to the past or

found some worry in the future to ponder it is surely gone

but it will return in a new way and with a new glow if you

will but open yourself to being there where it truly is

you will find the raindrop where your life is lived

and see the rainbow you create when you

allow the sun to shine through you

clearly and fully it expands

into a prism's fruition

making who you

are clear to

everyone

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Unconditionally

She said one day
Oh perhaps today I will
release the feared past fearlessly
and love with a hope brighter than the sun
not because of what might return but instead with
a realization that what is done is done and past is past
and that which haunts me need not be my haunting inhibition
for I am truly free to fly as a bird with feathers strong with sweetness
that pours from every pore and dances upon the raindrops in every storm
walking on the waters of my imagination I paint a scene more grand each day
where I stand unafraid to learn the lessons that hurt me so deeply I was cut down
unable to forgive myself for loving too much and losing what I never really owned
and I have become willing to unconditionally love my own pretty face this time
without some meaningless validation that I never allowed to enter me
and yet craved to hear it fill my heart thinking it would bring joy
though I know in my wisdom that slides away from my grip
that this kind of craving never yields a fruitful crop
and while I know what I know that I know
I have carved this knife into my heart
each morning and night it seems
though now I chose to stop
and breath again like this
child in me unharmed
as sweet as honey
as warm as milk
as loving as me
loving myself
unconditionally


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Photo: Steve Hanks

Edge of Bliss

Far

away

in a dream

on the edge of bliss

I find myself longing

for nothing at all

contentedly

musing

alone

with

me

and

this mist

widening fully

entwining my doubts

cleaning them away in a fresh breath

that sweeps around me like a wind that doesn't blow

suspended where I hang between moments without time

in a still room occupied only by the ebb and flow

of my divine breath that reaches down deeply

touching where my soul meets substance

and forging a pact that truth demands

swirling when I wish to spin freely

and stopping as I call it obeys

like a riding horse strong

power surging here

only my seeping

doubt takes it

away from

where it

belongs

with me

in dreams

that awaken into life

composed like a score of music

without though or words only a song

that transcends where I stand with you

my beloved companions on this journey

together as one whole woven like silk

embraced by our loving hearts

that beat sweetly today

as I call you mine

and you

respond

exactly the same

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Photo: hopesrising.com

In This Moment

In the sweet dawn of awakening

I see stars shooting

fireworks exploding

breathless realization

uncontrolled laughter

as other's footsteps

trace the path I have walked

but not in my footsteps

each in their own way

And how it does dazzle me to watch

this dream within a dream within a dream

no limits can be seen as the edge recedes

each foothill followed by another and another

I do not give up the endless journey

for there is no goal at the end

of that which is endless

I take pause to breath

and find love here

where I swim

Sometimes above

detached from myself

I watch my puppet sing

and make love to the wind

and I feel his joy reflected

multiplied a thousand times

reverberating in this canyon

carved from the sands of time

laid down by violent thunder

whose harsh memory is gone

leaving only a place to sculpt

My warm cocoon split open and

I emerged as are you are doing now

or as you have done before

again and again without end

in the dance of before that comes after

and after that comes before now

when you stop to wonder upon this

and see time compressed to a point

of no return or entry or exit

just being divine

in this moment

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Photo: Richard Price

The One Who Doesn't Love You So

In spring's full bloom

rooted in desires

too far away to embrace

or even dream to hold

love emerges in rivers so sweetly dreamed

turned to bitter wine without reason

not even having run their season

yet somehow this self inflicted knife

cuts the part that we intended

and slaps its unloved face

yet it leaves us dumbstruck

once again

at our own hand

Confounded in our sad regret

we smoke another cigarette

we walk the floor that we can see

so blind to our divinity

and we proclaim our fear of pain

but sing it in a new refrain

the cycle seems to never end

this sad regret

becomes our friend

You look into the mirror and see

the me you think I ought to be

the me who comes to you at night

and paints a locket of pure light

upon your heart you hear so sweet

the dream in which I don't retreat

the dream in which I come to stay

and play with you on every day

and yet you know

that dream is true

but only with another you

another you who isn't me

and that's the hardest part to see

that hardest part to see and know

the one who doesn't love you so

was sitting in the chair you saw

when you were with your old grandma

the one who slept with you at night

when other's ran away in fright

the one who looks upon your face

and sees an angel in disgrace

the one whose heart is crushed in fear

the one who never holds you near

the one who sleeps with you at night

the one who cannot see your light

the one who never says to you

I love you so and makes it  true

the only love we can ever be denied

and the only love we ever need

is the love that shines upon our name

the one that always will remain

the love we cannot see in fear

but really it is always near

near to me and near to you

it is the love you never knew

it is the love you need to find

the love that says you are divine

and that's the problem that I see

a problem shared by you and me

we seek to be loved

by someone who could love the unlovable

and we look outside in angst

unable to bear 

the sweet kind love we never share

we think we share it every day

with everyone who comes our way

and yet we lock it up at night

and hide it from our own delight

So that is what I say to you

and me, and them, because it's true

the love you cannot find in him

or her or them has always been

denied to you because its true

you never ever have loved you

so how could he or she or it

come to your rescue think of it

think of what you're trying to do

just know your dream cannot come true

unless you truly do love you

The Truth That We Must Be

In the light of God's love

as some would say his name

is woven the sweet truth

of that which will remain

untouched by time's parade

un-withered by drought's grip

unspoken by our hearts

but sweetly it does drip

divine in its intention

sublime it comes to be

in dreams beyond retention

we are allowed to see

when purity runs true

and open hands ungrip

releasing what is precious

we can begin this trip

free of earthly wonders

beyond the distant shore

we see a light so faint

that our heart inquires more

and if we ask the questions

of how we came to see

we begin to answer

the truth that we must be

Hearth of Hearts

Reaching across an ocean of time two hearts embrace no distance at all

they fall and twist as rainbows bend until night's blanket comes again

once more again as tender new moments become fully embraced

sewn together at last with open hands that bind nothing at all

offering freely to release what they hold most dear in love

they choose to give away what they cherish the most

that it may learn to fly free and be born once again

like mirrors on fire in a cool mountain's mist they

reach their spires and climb again to the stars

where night's desire turns to days unknown

until now where they have seen opening

somehow wider and more fully in trust

 they build a fire in a hearth of hearts

seeking no promise they trust now

to show what tomorrow brings

keeping secret their pledges

drawn in the blood of their

own candlelit illusions

they dream of what

this can be but
we can only
wait and
see

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Image: Wolfpaw's Gallery

(many wonderful images here)

If Your Heart Beats A Moment Too Long

If your heart beats

a moment too long it will

not be a moment to soon to end

as the shape of perfect harmony comes

floating across the rainbow of kisses that you

are and always have been since the start of this swirl

we call our lives entwined in sweet tender strokes of perfection

so come near my beloved lovers I will never touch but only know as

the truth connected through a golden intention so pure it creates all that is

echoing in canyons too deep to be known and yet know them we already do

walking in shadows so long that time has forgotten to flow and becomes real

without moving it is everywhere instantly but takes an eternity to unfold as

it unwinds its spiraling intentions in storms too large to last and too small

to be forgotten we see each other's eyes flashing and know the truth

in a spark that comes in a midnight of fear giving way to calm

tranquility and vision for a moment's glance upon all that is

then fades into the stardust carried on fairy's wings

where our memory cannot bind it to be

vivid in our folded impatience

we wait for the night

and dream into

being this

thing

we

call

our life

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Photo: Marc Adamus

Heather's Day

On this new day

a child was born again

after many a long journey she

came into being with divine purpose

sewn into her soul where she could not

forget to see it some day when the time was

just right and it has been my good fortune to

behold her ethereal beauty that transcends

earthly riches because of the way it is

able to heal and touch a heart

without being seen and so

I say to you this

Happy Birthday

my beloved friend and

traveling companion on our quest

to find joyful beauty in this story we call life

Photo: Kareliya

Painted Abyss

Beyond the veil of fear you find

death's illusion lurking in your denial

taking away your life within every breath

that you refuse in hesitation to inhale as if it

might be the last you resort to clinging afraid

to jump across the abyss you know is painted

in the tears of regret you cry each day you sit

in your conflicted knowing unable to move on

even as these hands growing from your own

sweet mercy beckon you to fall un-asleep

into the bliss of flying free without a net

that has no need to be because

there is nowhere to fall


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Sidewalk Art: Edgar Mueller