Ruby Rose -- Just for Fun

Riding broomsticks just for fun

swooping low and speeding fast

no cares but the muffins burning

and it's ok to forget them anyway

always there is more to make

and more to be embraced

as you whirl dervishly

across buttercup leaves

unafraid to fly or plummet

with a happy smile shimmering

always bringing the joy you know

even though your river once ran low

now you are a bearer of good tidings

who comes fearlessly in the dark of night

chasing away nightmares with your laugh

as we children clamor for another dose

of the magic that is your sweet smile

and you never choose to disappoint

for it is always your appointment

that you always keep

to meet yourself

and be love

glowing

real

and

true

Reborn on Wings of Love Again

Reborn on wings of love again

caressed by outstretched remembrance

entwined in earthly words spoken from inside

where they have no sound

but love's longing to be

and it does not weep in tone

but only cradles

and reflects

a life well lived

where love was given

and taken too

taken to a new riverlet

tailored as only he could do

for you

to gain a glimpse of yourself

in the reflecting pool of consideration

where you see him now still shining

but even brighter as his happiness glows

and while before you could not see him in the dawn

now you awaken to find him surrounding your heart

with the light of each new day

seeping into your awareness

the certainty that he

has only gone

as far as you've allowed yourself to see

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
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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
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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

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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

Tapestry Weaver and woven thread

Woven are we here, into and out of this tapestry of evermore. Entwined in love and fear. Bursting at the seams it seems to expand or contract, to be more or less, free or enslaved. Always surging in opposite directions, in perfect balance, like the sea, seeking its level but never still. Tugging sometimes too hard, we break, and in that opening a new passageway is born, full of darkness and light. Shimmering like you, who are like me, unalone and yet separate too. Collectively we make a song of light that speaks the name of God to some, nature to others, and truth to a few. But the few are many and the many are few. Some are like you, including you yourself at times. But at others we merge together into one, when we are loving enough to let our hearts be joined. That is when we see. That is when we rise above our threadly roles, tied in knots to one idea or another, and see a small part of the whole. Smiling as we cry joyfully in our astounded wonder at what we have woven. Can it be so simply true. Can't we remain a joy giving flower in the garden we are growing even after we've seen the greater expanse of ourselves and know our true nameless name? Must we uproot ourselves, wilt, and die. Or can't we remain content to be both. That question haunts me and my echo when she speaks. I like the idea of pausing here and being alive somewhere else, at the same "time". And I wonder if it isn't true that's exactly how I've managed to sometimes glimpse myself as someone else in my truth filled dreams. Am I not here and there. Am I not me and you. I think I know, and so do you, when we do not doubt. When we question with an ear turned toward the answer, that always comes, and do not demand it be in a given way. So in this sweet and sour morning which is also night, and this winter which is also summer, I embrace you. Smiling I say, you are loved, for you are me, and you love yourself, as I love you, even if we don't know it, or forget. I will be the river sometimes that gladly carries your leaf where it may want to go, and whether or not you want to return the favor, I know you will, for it is your nature.

This Light That Is Heather

You sparkle in the golden sun

and glow sweetly in the light of the moon

for you are heaven sent into this world of ours

where you have brought friendship deeply into my heart

and helped me learn to know more clearly what that means

to learn to love the swirling magic that sweeps around you

as a friend who helped me find my footing on a dark night

a teacher who helped me see my worth through your eyes

and each day of knowing you has been an adventure

where I could watch you grow in so many ways

and by that gift of inspiration be freed

to help myself to grow too

so as we celebrate your birth

as you circle the sun another time

I give thanks in humble gratitude

for the splendor of knowing

this wise joyful light

that is Heather

As near as you allow it to be

As I comprehend that you exist, floating there perfectly, in balance with the tide, a sweet moment of recognition dawns, and I feel the pulse that beats so faithfully in my heart is larger than me and belongs to you. As I realize in vivid transparency how we flow to and from the same deep well, my day breaks open into a glorious song too sweet to be heard, and yet it is everything I hear and see and smell and touch and dream. Comprehending that the vibration of this string on which we walk is so slow and fast, all at the same time, only depending upon how we choose to see it, helps me find the place where I begin or end has no meaning any more. I have always desired to be held lovingly in the hearts of everyone I've meet, but too often felt excluded from that sweet circle. Yet now I see more clearly that circle has no bounds and is the only place I've ever had what can be called a life, and I have always been centered there, right where I was striving to be, without knowing it was always true and can never be any other way. And the same is true with you. Excluded only by my own hand. The very hand that is also yours. So now as the morning dawns somewhere, I find a lovely feeling flowing over my continuously awakening wider self. Even as life ebbs out of one of us it seeps into another. So I stand here in awe of all that is moving in my world. And I'm fascinated most, in this tender moment, by you, each and every one. All of us looking through the mirror thinking in moments we cannot touch, while it is only smoke that divides us at all. So with my heart I reach through that thin veil and wish you splendor in your day. Hoping you will carry yourself as high as you really are. With your head up and your heart looking forward to the next surprise, that is always as near as you allow it to be.  Have a beautiful day.

How I Do Love You

How I love these sweet creatures that soar and slither and walk and crawl and talk and groan and uplift and annoy my world. How I love you. Despite myself I do. Sometimes with tears flowing in my eyes, as I realize it is true. Overflowing in your joy sometimes to the point where you paint your loud and screaming voice across the night while I sleep so that I awaken to find your footprints everywhere I look, standing all over my favorite flowers. And in the deafening rumble you make I cannot pull my pillow tightly enough across my head to muffle you out. And a little voice that grows too strong sometimes condemns the way you behave, I know it is but a reflection of me. And I know you are alive and sweet. And I cannot help but love you in your unique way. In your giving even when it is only to get, I find compassion swelling in my heart as you warm my day with your very existence. For a see myself in you and you in me. And as I do I can remove the me and you and see the one. The one that is. I know we are that with each reflection. I pause too seldom to recognize your face. To see your face and care to be sure it is smiling. To kiss the ground that you walk upon just like me and all of we. You are just like those I love so much I would die to give them a place to stand higher. I know your heart can grow just as cold as mine and yet never snuff out the last ember, always able to rekindle itself into a blazing flame that warms the night until it bursts into dawn singing in praise. And I just want you to know that you are loved. Even when I cannot say it with words or hugs or smiles, my heart is always singing it somewhere far away, or in moments like this close at hand. But you are loved and you should know it is true. Because I love you. How I truly do.

What you can give for free

As I reflect upon this peaceful land where I'm sitting now, wrapped up inside your sweet dream as it flows to meet the ocean of love, I find comfort in your way. And although we sometimes break like shards of sharp glass upon the shore, still we may mean no harm. For that too is our way. It is only an expression of how we grow too brittle and bitter so easily. But in that bleeding cut that we may cause, to our self or another, are the seeds of realization for a better way to walk without breaking or being broken. When we open our eyes to see both the joy and suffering from one step removed. Realizing even as we see ourselves being pulled into this or that vortex, or seeing our baggage that was left behind arrive ahead of us at the next station, we find peace by knowing that is not where we are really heading at all. For if we are strong enough to dare, we see the film break, or make it break, long enough for the pause to dawn into clear knowing. Even for only an instant is long enough, for a while. For a while we float there above the fray. Some may pray or be prayed too. And somehow even that may help us grow higher or perhaps slip away again without a footing, so that we may try again to walk this silken or rusted road.

Yet here I stand face to face with you in this moment. These words, some of them pronounced upon my lips are flowing through your eyes and touching your ear as you may choose to say them out loud for me and for you. Just as I'm saying them out loud for you right now. Just as I'm feeling them in silence. This moment when you have come to read these words you are reading now. And if you'll feel the communion that is buried in my heart, and perhaps buried in your heart too, you will know how we are one. You will understand this swirling veil I'm entangled in keeps me from reaching through the mirror and touching your hand in grace. In true love that transcends beyond the beginning and ending of time. But you know it is true. I am but you talking to yourself. And as you read me into you, we become one for a moment, and I hope you feel that as vividly in this moment of yours as I do in this one of mine right now. This moment of mine that came before your moment and yet is the very same instant. The instant where you have always lived.

Pause then now. And dream sweetly. Deep and slow. Find your heart and let it flow. Imagine the greatest love you've ever known, or even just wanted to know but never found, and bestow it now upon you, yourself, your glorious magnificent self. And let it sink into you, like a perfect lover's tender hand. Melted like warm buttered chocolate all over your being. Look down without peeking and see your sweet essence. And know it is good. Perfectly, exactly, what it is right now. Perfectly in balance with the never ending web of imbalance that makes us move, that makes us animated and alive. And breath that into your soul. Together with me, as we see together through one eye, for a perfect moment, what is true. Now linger there longer than you think you should. And when you awaken, back into sleep, give some of what you gained to another today. Spread that love and recognition for who you are and what you can give for free.

Golden Thread

Encrypted in this silent frozen tongue

I find no words to measure this moment

as it recedes beyond the edge of my time's view

nor comprehend how this fabric shall now be woven

without that golden thread so finely loved and spun

and in this humble heartfelt observation I reflect

down into this shimmering well so deeply flung

that I'm unable to hear my echo back

sweetly answering to me in the night

and my heart does cry for you dearly

beyond the reach of my loving arms

that sleep at night and arise at dawn

still here wishing you had not gone

wishing I could follow further

feeling that warm embrace

dancing again on the rainbows

that floated in your grace

but I know this heart runs deep

and in its ever flowing love must be

the brilliant sunrise that was once mine to see

now has blossomed into a larger day in warmer tones

and somewhere else you touch as sweetly as you did me

and though upon this frame you weave no more

not in the way you once wove before

the love you brought is here to stay

and it will blossom every day

for in my heart you are

at the center of this moment

when I bow my head in silence

and feel your essence living in me

and every soul you have and will touch

Full of Hope

With tears

you carry on

the baggage which

was never yours to own

shedding them now

you feel a core believe slip

and moved to the center of self

you gasp at what you are

at what you are and have been

more complete than morning light

but in a way closed behind a door

that you yourself did shut

bury not the fear you held

but rather let it fly free

beyond the mountain tops

let it soar forever more

no longer in your pocket

which is lined with golden rainbows

never seen before this moment

never seen in their full glory

but now eyes washed clean

let the tears give way

or choose to stay

if you are not done

but be done soon

for the quaking in your heart

is only really you begging to be born

wanting to taste the light of this day

and knowing where to stand

is not the matter once you thought it to be

like Dorothy in ruby slippers are you

yet look at how you dare not click them

So yes I see through that waterfall in you

I comprehend the message spinning on your tongue

and I wonder full of hope

for what you have begun

Who Is This Awareness

Who is this awareness you seem to be

who is this wandering wonderer

who seldom asks enough

and takes too little

of the plenty

that lays

within

thinking

that somehow

there is plenty without

and yet you are nothing of substance

that cannot change as quickly as the wind

though you may see this truth you turn away

again and again until the end of your chapter

when the closing thought comes too late

the printing is already done too soon

or so you seem to love to know

and convince yourself again

in the morning mirror

where you hate

some thing

in you

but

I

do

love

this wonder

who you surely are

this sweet treasure that lays

yet undiscovered beyond your reach

only because you will not believe what you know

only because you will not touch what lays

already within your open hand

that you keep closed

around this gem

that I call

you

♥

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Photo: Chris Willis

As Morning Dawns

As morning dawns

upon the horizon

and upon your life too

again for the first time anew

I sense the joy in your footsteps

pushing through the dunes where

you gently walk each day

breathing in the possibilities

and allowing them to flow

like water in your life and through you

radiating brightly for all to see

especially on this happy day

when you were born

not so long ago

bringing love

sweetly

as a new

brightly glowing

child of God's reflection

Amanda's Dream

Lost in the dough

this swirling bread rising

like the ebb and flow of time

spent waiting slowly at full speed

what seems to transpire motionlessly

is a busy community silently at work

benefiting me without knowing

just as I do the same

in return for them

feeding and

kneading

bringing

the sugar

of life blossoming

the sweetness of labors

lavished in loving communion

making the bread we will break

and the toast we will share here

in another new moment that

offers thanks for giving

what comes naturally

to hands too busy

that take time

anyway

When I Think With My Heart

When I think with my heart

it speaks to me

in the corners of my soul

down in the crannies

where light seldom shines

unless I carry it there

with a mother's love

devoted enough to stay awake

in spite of my tired desire to sleep

I know this child must be fed to survive

and so it is with you too

for as far as I can see who you are

you are like me enough to breathe

and in that breath you find all

bold and insecure

strong and weak

impulsive and hesitant

loving and hating

kind and thoughless

brave and fearful

so come with me now

on the tip of a spoon-fed moment

gather your wings around this glowing ember of time

allowing it to grow into a warming hearth's fire

blow out the candle of your birthday wish

and make it known only to yourself

so that it might come true

know that it will

feel the wind in your face

know the blowing is fresh and new

feeling the possibilities abound

for you are whole

here and now

always

be

just be

long enough

take not a step

know the way forward

see it paved in shimmering light

love yourself strongly and full

then don't forget to love

who you are

always

as I

do

Surely the Light Would Come

Were winter longer

surely the light would come

brought into being as ever before

just as long enough it lingered here too

in this glistening shimmer that brought hearts

to the verge of beating and bore them into life

the way we heard in your voice and listened

naturally flowing synchronicity abounding

here in the la la land of timelessness

with nothing to regret but now

where hope springs

and fear dies

in you

who are

this cradled being

held sweetly in our esteem

hopefully like a butterfly and not a captive

so tenderly as not to rub the sacred powder away

leaving that fairy dust resting upon your wings
allowing you to spread it at your calling

 touching the right moment in words

sometimes unspoken but true

always true and meant

meant so well

even when

unheard

misunderstood

or ignored completely

as the sea does ebb and flow

sometimes an eon is required to wear

thin that crusted coating in which we dress

defensively adherent to our denial

until we break open our dam

as only our hands can do

and start to realize

you cannot give

but to yourself

and we can only listen

to our heart's beautiful song

if we are willing to embrace this curse

that is a blessing and begin to stand fearlessly

walking through the mist of that veil in faith

that on the other side lays waiting

the hope of our own heart

longing to know itself

and mistaking you

for the love

we miss

giving

to our self

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Happy Birthday Un Asleep

Unseeing the Illusion

Your work is so strong and pure

unseeing the illusion of lost hope

you gather around you ever growing

new vision that knows the clear way

as you stand where mountains are born

at your very own commandment

and find them shimmering just for you

all the while knowing behind the veil

that climb them you will and must

for they are the fabric of what makes you

whole in your divinity as you know you dwell

limited only by the moderation your wield

gracefully bowing to the blowing wind

that suits your fancy and makes you dance

free of the bounds you once tied yourself in

like a butterfly flowing from her cocoon

no longer needed in the spring

where you stand in this moment

and every moment you choose

Just a Reflection

Lost inside this puzzle

swirling inside the wheel

that spins inside the wheel of wheels

where I tease myself with complexity

the tease teasing the tease

in my fractured fractal omnipotence

unaware of the parts that make me whole

too relaxed to see what is tense

too tense to see what is relaxed

merrily rolling along in my boat of dreams

crying all the way to the falls

fretting over nothing at all

choosing closed eyes

and a quiet mouth

that never even bothers to ask

so the questions in need go unanswered

and the answered unasked questions

are seldom listened to enough

except in free fall

when the tether breaks

and the ripcord fails

or the chord rips

littering inharmonious notes around

in a jagged jazz salad of discord

and that is where we were born

my feathered friends and foes

supposedly we walk here

in the jungle gym of hope and dispair

abounding and resounding

sit me down still a while

and make the voice that speaks listen

through ears yet ungrown

unaccustomed to knowing

blabbing their way along

without reading the signposts

that we left ourselves so profusely
in plain sight easily seen for the looking

as those occastional parts of us that observe

say a particularly quiet prayer to no one in particular

as another day opens and closes at the same seam

stitched in timeless cadence marching into eternity

where I once glimpsed your face in mine

and mistook you for a mirror

though really you were

just a reflection

of all that is

Time's Strange Bend

Time's strange bend wrinkles again

against the wall of uncertain emotion

shockingly the wheel turns once around

as always in motion this ocean must be

seeming alone somehow while knowing

never alone can truly we be

so in these woven hearts

that spin and kiss eternally

we find a moment of pain

a reminder of how far we reach

beyond the shores we call home

and the ever present beacon does call

and some do answer it sooner

than we are ready to release

the lovingly rendered hand

that we called sister

a teacher of love

in communion

this union

stands

and blossoms

on the face of tears

falling in tiers

a while

giving way to recollections

laced through with warm reflections

allowing a broken heart's high climb

upon the diving board of hope

from which you may spring

into the eternal pool

and see clear

that which is

today's

sweet

meaning

and understand

how large your love is

Open Field of Peace

With grace you will stand

like a willow against the wind

supple enough to bend but not break

or like the rock at the ocean's edge

gladly embracing the ebb and flow

all the while knowing

that in the bravery of your heart

just beyond the edge of fear

lays an open field that beckons

offering peace to all who allow it to be

and there you will stand without aid

in the dark of night that glows like day

where all is well

and the well is deep

with the water of life

giving birth to this new moment

where you'll find yourself centered

just as you've always been

and always will be

In Humble Amazed Balance

In humble amazed balance

we try to stand

in the force of the wind

that blows back our hair

as we realize the power

of what lays sleeping within

grasping the divinity we are

even if only in fleeting moments

seeing the reflection of our whims

be they beautiful dreams or fears

manifest everyday
in the storyboard we walk
and today my dreams are of you

wanting so dearly to know you as finally I have begun

my friendly ethereal vaporous wispy companion 

made only of the light as you are
though even that is only a dream

oh how I do love the locks of your hair

that curl in your imagination and mine

and the touch of your soft angelic skin

existing only as long as we wish it into being

giving rise to this splendorous moment

called forward by a thousand perfect intersections

where two lips might have easily missed touching

but touch they did and in their blossoming love

or even their resisted unwilling participation

gave birth to a rebirth again and again

that lead us to each other's doors

so that we could see

through the windows

that are our own hearts

wherein lives

the whole world

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Image by Brandon Kralik

Warmly Scented Moment

Entwined in the warmly scented moment

laced with loving intention so fine

simmering soft and sweetly divine

as the spoon turns its way

through the thickening splendor

awaiting its blessing to come

and the serving in generous portion

so also do you turn

in just the same way as your life

calls forward from within

the seeds that blossom and grow

helping to weave a better world

just because of what you pour into it

and the way you place your heart

open wide and giving abundantly

Birth and Death

In this sacred passage

dark no more

even without a light

the calling comes near

as always it has been

the always open door

finally appears to be

what is has always been

and walking through

you find yourself

there where you are

no longer tethered

in one womb or the other

free at last to move again

no longer bound there

where you were never bound

and for a moment a new life

or a new death that is a new life

spins a veil that gives you

something new to see

as the wonder of what is

continues eternally

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Photo: Nuh Sarche

As the Linda

Awake in this newly born moment

bravely laying open your wings

vulnerable enough to be alive

willingly you walk in joy

through dark shadows

that seem to threaten

but your instinct is to learn

to learn and grow and love

rather than running away in fear

a dreaming fairy upon sweet wings

you float your brave soul gracefully

across your world and even ours too

where we can see your shimmering

and take hope from your inspiration

knowing we all can move like you

if only we make the choice to be

as wisely centered in the storm

as the Linda that we all love

Good Morning

The morning is good

as it brings me another sweet day

I cross the timeless bridge

that links my heart to you

my loving world

I choose to see your brighter side

and walk along the river of hope

I greet you with joy

and praise your unknown name

as I feel you flowing around my heart

and embrace your gratitude

that you have for me

just as much as I have for you

and I scream out loud in silence

the love that blossoms

from what you give

and strive to be

a living reflection

of the divinity I can see

so clearly in your dawn

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Photo: Doug Pearson

Wrapped in Hands

Wrapped in hands

intertwined around hearts

woven in love

a family glowing round

filling the world

smiling into space

that smiles back again

amplified a hundred times

where there was only one

now there are many

that are one again

darkness only a contrast

to the light that shines

where you have cast

away the doubts

and revealed

the face of God

in the eyes of bliss

Glow of Night

By the glow of night I see

so well in that quieter tone

smothered in velvet lacely swirls

all the wonder that escapes my notice

in the overabundance of day

when I hear only the echo

of my own heart beating

only the sound of my footsteps

only the gentle swoosh of the river

carrying away and delivering my dreams

when my thoughts drift to those I love

and in that cloud of wonder

I see your face

in the glassy reflection

that always moves

even as you seem to sleep

in the sky that crackles electric

saying a part of your endless name

such great power waiting in silence

suckling humanity for another day

it is in your honor that I stand now

contemplating my possibilities

and feeling your blood in my veins

and your heart coursing through my soul