Saturday, November 10, 2012

Live

Live for the moment. No thought of future endeavors. Little is spent on wonder and worry for the day is best lived with out it.

Love

In the morning day breaks and hours become rivers running the length of the valley of time.
Flesh becomes water weaving its web of mystery into the black cloth of the night.
Silver stars streak your brow and age has finally settled giving way to the birth of a new generation. Listen as love becomes a higher learning against the alter of power.

Free

There's a need to flow, crash among the rocks and tumble over the edge. The edge has been so far for so long. It nears. I embrace it with open arms and learn what it is to be free.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Trauma and Drama



When trauma and drama bring about change,
remember the path is a gift just the same.
You'll never know right if you never know wrong.
Your friends and your loved ones will help you along.

If ever a day comes you stray from your path,
the people  you see will help do the math.
You've not to go far, your treasures unique.
The things that you look for you don't have to seek.

The love that has lingered will open the door
and bring all the things that you've always hoped for.
Just close your eyes tight then you'll hear the sound
and all the things hoped for will surely abound.

You have all the power, the things that you need.
They lie deep inside you the answer is lead.
Lead by example, be true to your light.
Don't have to work so hard to prove that you're right.

Just listen and love and hear your own voice.
Then you will remember that you have a choice.
Be brave and be true and know who you are.
The answers you need will never be far.



As Wayne Dyer says, "Heaven on earth is a choice you must make, not a place you must find."

Shadows


You see only your shadows, and your shadows are your laws.
Then what is the sun to you but a caster of shadows?
Turn let the sun kiss your brow and shadows fade.

Tombs


You shall not live in tombs
made by the dead for the living!

Fragments of my Spirit














Too many fragments of my spirit have I scattered in your streets.
Too many are the children of my longing walking naked among your halls.
I cannot withdraw from you without burden or ache.
You will not be cast off as a garment, but as skin I tear with my own hands.
I can stay no longer, for to stay is to freeze, crystallize, and be bound to a world to which I do not conform.

Tend the Garden


Too many children of my longing
lie naked in the weeds.
It's time to tend the garden.

Ride the Wind


Ride the wind they said.
It's a hurricane she said.
Ride the wind they said.
I'm afraid she said.
Ride the wind they said.
I'll be lost she said.
Ride the wind they said,
and she did......and was found.