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