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

Entwined in Grace

Entwined in grace an aurora dances in light

like a fairy princess lost in time that starts to flow

a door opens where steps unfold without hurry just floating

a subject changes like a leaf flickering in moon light's growing glow

and a clear day is born without labor as I see my son rise in a new stride

astounded and happy I find my steps that move motionless in splendor

words are spoken without haste emerging from a forgotten spring

for the first time as the day marks 1/3 and 2/3 around this

orbit where we each sit 1/4 apart at our own cusps

somehow there is no magic in this but yet

a carpet flows beneath my feet here

enjoying those two candles

lighting my path today

diamonds shining

with a smile

showing

where

love

is

Toward Yourself Lovingly

You lead me here and

this pain causes me to pause

astounded in the simplicity of being

no toll other than pain required to breath

but payment is not due as you might think

but rather pain is due to failing to see what was

placed clearly before our eyes in seductive temptation

but we have looked away for a thousand centuries of hurry

and worry and now again we are offered this window to pause in

and behold the glory abounding around you and know yourself well

walk where your dark shadow forbids you to gaze as fear grips you again

for in your fear lies the key that evades you in swirling foaming waves anew

crashing upon the shore where the light has not yet shown time a place to be

and your tight embrace of the teddy bears you know squeeze out the air that

if open would offer a passageway in which could flow the truth of your being

but you hold onto memories in the making as the momentum of your life

cuts a canyon from which you cannot seem to escape to warm shores

though you see the fair maiden awaiting your kiss and know your

prince also stands ready to sweep you away to a new day

you fear to change and face what is looking at you

as the truth recedes again to wait and see

if you will ripen this time and

open your own heart

toward yourself

lovingly

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Photo: Len Steckler

Reaching What I Cannot

A

kiss

arrived

unexpected

in my life today

through an open heart

pulsing across distance unknown

awakening this morning like a second dawn

painting flowers across my dream where I swim in life

I

took

a pause

long enough to

realize the bliss in that kiss

unsolicited today though long dreamed

and gave thanks toward the horizon covered in pink joyfulness

A

time

was then

gratefully held

here in a warm bosom

undressed and naked enough to see

as soft as flesh but as clear as morning on a still lake

I

know

where this

leads and how deep

synchronicity accelerates now

your hand slides across my chest without touching

and a new light erupts slowly oozing like lava from inside my soul

A

glow

transcends

and spreads open

like virgin legs unsure but willing

un-hurried un-coerced un-knowing and un-stoppable

wiser grows the heart as it gives freely without counting what returns

I

take

another sigh

reaching what I cannot

seeing what is forbidden to touch

touching what was kept forbidden to see too soon

as you arrive upon a breath of spring and flowers bloom in my heart

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Photo: Peter Bolman & Miles Morgan

A New Moment Unbreathing

a

new

moment

unbreathing

still enchanting

spellbound in grace

as divinity flows liquid

an angelic voice parts the

clouds open to embrace this

purity so sweet and full of trust

dancing in God's open hand where

beauty unfolds into a butterfly's kiss

perfection sliding across a golden field

entering our ears that await their treasure

and like a sunrise surprise at midnight gives

illumination to a hungry soul that drinks deeply

nourished enough to step toward that edge where

yesterday's promise marries today's aware dawning

and their communion gives hope that this dreaming

we call life has not only a purpose but the journey

itself is enough to prove that the passage is safe

standing where time demands no toll today

we come to know more deeply that

our purpose is to embrace

life's astounding

beauty

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painting by

Jonathan Earl Bowser

I That Sees

I

see

can it be

such a curse as

at first I considered this

vision that acts as a lens to

bring beauty astounding and deep

drawing circles around my beating heart

weaving something so grand across the screen

of my life's unfolding before I that sees eyes that see

this journey upon which I scurry so determined to find

that golden challis that already caresses my heart's

every beating desire without even one wink to say

thank you for this day in awe where I do stand

agape in wonder again at the clouds that

stand watch over the horizon of my

day's swirling woven message

and while alone together

we who watch can

know that this

is bringing

a lovely

voice

into

our

sweet

daily pleasure

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Watercolor by Steve Hanks

In This Glorious Mourning

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this

glowing

most glorious

sweet mourning dew

I watched as last night's full moon

fading prettily into the deep horizon's gloomy gloom

swallowed whole never ever again to be tenderly kissed by my loving

swollen eyes in just that same wondrous way as our communion's last embrace

I begged her piteously to stay another moment for another tender caress of the night's day

that she brought without a care into my dreamy world so that I could awaken in love

and now as I stand alone along the river bank slowing turning with it's load

of oranges from China floating into my heart in a warm blend of teas

I grasp the power of this world reaching unfathomably down

into the cold crevasse where my doubts find a spring

flowing out into the light lingering from her

moon's kiss that stirs my heart

opening virgin dunes

where no man

has walked

until now

slowly

loving

sweet

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swirling

awakening

knowing that

finally at last we

can begin to embrace

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