Poetry

From forever until now
This love, so fresh and new
A path of our great fate
Showing us the way
To learn to love a world
Suffering and lost ...

In the Perfect Mind of God
All thoughts are love and peace
So why is there this chaos?
Where is my chosen release?
My mind is One in God
Where only truth is known ...

From unseen, unshakable, unknown places
Impulses ride on the tendrils of mindfulness
But the truest intents want to break free
Seek the Light of the newfound Knowing
As the Source of Creation is One
With each witnessing and witnessed thought ...

from the depths of one true heart
she walked
into my life
unexpected
unimagined
beyond the dream ...

Attached to old thoughts
All the world filled in strife
Surrendering all
To find a new life
Deciding to change
The chaos rearranged ...

Winter winds down
But not without a final blow
Snow falling freely
On the quiet streets below
As they wake from the long sleep
The townspeople find release ...

Walking seven miles
Sweet angel in disguise
Sparkle in her footstep
Sparkle in her eyes
She bathes the world in gladnness
With lollipops and joy ...

He walked in awareness for a time
Abounding in the newfound bliss
Time of sorrow left behind
True Love was finally his
She entered a place of dancing
On the drying of her last fateful tear ...

i am my mirror
i am the twin flame i seek
deep within
i see the universe
and the universe is me
and him ...

i see little
and yet i see all
i see in fragrances
not in images
i see in heartbeats
but not so much in visual colors ...

he never quite realized
how dim his world had been
how devoid
of tenderness
until she was thrust
upon his life ...

I feel, profoundly, the last vestiges
Of sanity
Slipping
And I welcome
The arrival
Of love

your eyes are amazing
sparkly and bright
flooding my heart
with wondrous light
...
oh glorious lover ...

End of old divisions
walkers, beautiful, One
Energy streaming from each mind
Merged, expanding, divine
Launchpad to new flight
A place WE now call home ...

gentle path through dim woods
led her to this oasis
a small clearing
bench on a hollow log
sturdy and quiet
a view of gentle ripples ...

The sounds, familiar
Rides, games, popcorn popping
She opened her eyes and was here
Standing behind the girl with curls
Eight or nine years old
The girl's cotton candy is blue ...

Sitting on the shore
The bank of the stream of life
A leaf floated by
And another
And yet another
The colors of the trees ...

Her view out the window
was obscured by raindrops
Unaided by the sunlight
hidden by gray clouds
At once both centered and not
she wondered ...

Changing constants
A world renewed with each blink
Fading of insanities
As dusk settles on old truth
Join the newly Conscious
Dive into Nirvana's crux ...

poetry is the nectar of the gods, the cup of creation, the depth of awareness, the speed of timeless nothingness...
for many of us, consciousness is expanding
and merging
and it's hard
painful
as the old trees are hit by lightning ...

Far off in the unseen distance
Saxophone plays its lonesome song
Listeners in the darkness
Huddled masses lost for a time
Dreamer weaves a midnight dream
All the threads connected ...

As winter rises into the brisk chill
A wind slices to the core
Where life meets with the void
And the voice of forever sings her song
And her song is true
And her song is now ...

he roams the vast plain
seeking his holy quarry
devouring all in his path
until
far off in the distance
the colors soften ...

Dancing in the twilight moments
Declining lights of Wilson's Trap
A wonder for the offered gift
Of once forsaken fallen dreams
The sacred dancers weave and bump
As darkness floods the mountaintop ...

The seeds are planted
The ground is moist
The sun is shining
In gracious choice
You sowed the hope
Of a deepening soul ...

Oh Fires of the Ancient Dance
Tempt me with your passion
Drive me to unknown wonders
In the ecstasy of your heat
Awakening slowly from sleep
The drifter wanders to the edge ...

it was a cold january night
slight breeze from the west
but it was pleasant
chill cut by the surrounding giants
ancient redwoods
strong beyond individual strength ...

sisters' bright new song
the smile of lasting truth
elemental innocence
colors of their youth
hues of lasting glory
memories brave and true ...

He took her down hard
On the carpeted floor
Vague thoughts of rugburn
Drifted away
Replaced by carnal sensations
He was inside her ...

i am the poet
the mystic
the sage
the lover
the loved
the rage

i am moved by the sunset
and the sunrise
and the circling hawk
i am moved by the ocean
and the mountain
and the rocky path ...

captivate me
let me take you in the dance
ignite my sacred longing
as we share a sacred trance
enthrall me
as we join in perfect bliss ...

do you welcome my touch?
are you open to the immersion?
the waves
the sparks
the fire
will you dive into my eternity? ...

Perched on the breaking limb, eying the open skies, the prey scuttering in the undergrowth, the next moment's choices, the red-tailed hawk chooses an instant of free fall, then takes to the infinite blue wonders of new horizons. Off in the distance is a new peak. Off in the distance he sets his gaze. Off to the distance he soars.

The sweet petals of your opening blossom beckon me. I am enamored, entranced, moved, in the beauty of your essence. You wake in me a wondrous place of sacrosanct peace, of molten passion, of flowing desire. You pull from me the words of my forever rising song.

seed me
feed me
fill me
inspire me
touch me with the depth of your heart
fan the flames of my emerging desire ...

An invitation sent
Received
Accepted
Cherished
Moments became hours
Hours, new life ...

Year of steady progress
Drawing to its close
Baby steps and lessons
Slow and steady path
Like-minded souls
In a virtual coffee shop ...

 
Exculpatory madness
Raining from a starlit sky
Darkness of the ages burn
Ancient redwoods towering high
Wandering, they wonder why ...

colors not quite distinguished
green or brown
but the depth is inseparable
in the instant recognition
of the profane beauty
in your profane and towering gaze ...

and in your holy presence
synergistic bodies collide
crimson skies upon us
reflecting the burning eyes
his presence leaves the marks
but the wounds no longer bleed ...

Adrift in a sea of unseen waters
Storm approaches north of east
Indwelling wonders of beauty quelled
In the burning away of peace
Fallen from a broken dream
Angel of bright purple skies ...

Her sound sleep broken
By a hint of light
Below conscious thought
Beneath the deepest dream
Eased
From the dark colors of night ...