Poetry

Riding on the waves of change
The power of love lifts the tides
The ebbs bring time to reflect
And reflection allows the growth
Time is the friend to the sage
As he learns that the stillness of rest ...

The angel took flight
Born of the love in my heart
Sweet Karma of life

As I looked to the sky, I wondered where the hawks were today. And then I saw... a small blot high in the sky. I recognized the slow circular flight of the hawk high above. A smile formed as another, much nearer, flew into my perspective... from behind the wall which had obstructed my view.
The hawks are always with me. Sometimes, flying high, they are difficult to see; sometimes my view of them is obstructed. But as I open my eyes a bit more widely, open my perception a bit more clearly, open my heart a bit more faithfully, this truth is made manifest.
I've been wondering what is required to walk on water. Do we make the water more dense? Do we make ourselves more light? Do we change the nature of the water so that it is solid rather than liquid? Do we stop time with respect to our vertical path, whilst maintaining the horizontal? Or we we, perhaps, simply float a bit above the water, walking on air?
Of course, that prompts another question ... How do we walk on air?

sweet, blessed hope
the lifespring of faith
leading to a river of love
and when we swim in the river of love
and look toward the mountain of mercy
we drift toward a life divine ...

Tiger lily in the spring
Sprung forth from the rains
Since then, nothing restrains
One spirit as we long to sing
The flight on the wing
Of the angel never wanes ...

Loving Father,
Present Friend,
Wise Teacher,
Universal King.
With me in all times,
Watching in all places, ...

and we flew among the clouds
and caught some misplaced geometry
in the corner of our eyes
and we smiled as we realized
it was the fabled seven doors
and the first door was hope ...

I closed my eyes and felt the dance,
She joined me as I opened my heart.
Her light, I felt in my fingertips,
Her subtle bouquet through my nose,
We moved together in harmony,
I knew that I was no longer alone. ...

As I write this verse which springs from my hands
I give thanks to my God who rides in the sky
And He asks me if I would dare to ask why
These gifts I've received I'm to share with the lands.
The tears of joy flow from my eyes by the chance
That the peace that I love will allow me to try ...

Meditating at the edge of the stream of life,
I asked my mind to be still.
As a child cannot still the urge to laugh,
As a sparrow cannot still the urge to fly,
As a bee cannot resist the charms of a bud,
So my mind will not resist the attraction to the noise. ...

I chanted a song to the heavens,
as the clever little sparrow looked on.
The world stood still for a moment,
and the moment stretched on for a time.
I saw the light in the wings of a butterfly,
and the moment took flight. ...

The beat echoed in my mind
And the spirits clung to my joy
And the angels held me tight
And the beat echoed in my heart
The heart feels the beat
The heart savors the beat ...

The angel read to my spirit tonight;
The words she spoke were written into the book of love.
Time and space and the world separate us,
Yet I was sure we were together.
She spoke about the garden;
I heard about the fountain that nourishes. ...

And the leader of the mysteries
The creator of all truth
Spoke to my heart that day
And that day lives on for all of time
And the time flows as the brook
Where it enters the lake ...

i was walking
and watching the stars
looking for the moon
i couldn't find it
so i plucked a handful of stars from the sky
and let their light shine from my heart ...

I met a wounded robin
and listened to his chatter
i shed my light upon him
his fear and aloneness lifted for a brief moment
i gave him the gift of peace
he gave me the gift of receiving my gift ...

today my heart is smiling ...
she took my breath away ...
the melody is fresh in my mind ...
a song born in our soul ...
she calls me an angel ...
she calls me her friend ... ...

Walking through life...
Strolling through turmoil ...
Smiling in the darkness ...
Preparing to take flight ...
In your hands I find the peace that sustains me ...
In your heart I find the love that nourishes me ... ...

Smoldering anger
Seething hatred
The joy of insanity
The devotion is to the darkness
The quest is to the quagmire
The smile belies the wounded heart ...

magic flows much more readily ...
when we open our hearts to love.
and magic lives in the light ...
and the light lives in the moments ...
and the moments are birthed from our hearts ...
so the hearts touch in love ... ...

Deeper, my Lord
Into your heart
Touch me with fire
Make a new start
My life is in you
Purify my mind ...

Last night I wandered through the muck of dissension,
My legs grew weary by the constancy of the mud.
My heart wanted to stop and rest for a while,
But my spirit knew the journeys that lied ahead...
So onward I trudged through the unwandered peril,
And the clouds were broken by the light of the night. ...

the currents of your heart
touch the souls of many
as you share the words of your faith
as you share the thoughts of the spirit
the spirit that runs through you

and he lept from the cliff
and the rocks below grew closer
and then he tried them out
and the mother hawk smiled knowingly
and he soared toward the sun

the currents of your heart
touch the souls of many
as you share the words of your faith
as you share the thoughts of the spirit
the spirit that runs through you

the spirit is constant
the thinking changes with a swift change in perspective
the emotions cling to the moments of inception
and linger for a time and another time, and yet another

simplicity
chaos
elegance
disarray
opulence
austerity ...

when we still our minds
and let go of our hearts
then our spirit joins with the One
and is given wings
to fly amongst the angels
the world holds nothing that i need ...

must they rhyme?
all the time?
and the beat?
not retreat?
is the writing of the poem in the ear of the knowing?
will the reader in the dream be dismayed by its showing? ...

clarity is good
and constantly changing
like the tides
the flux
like truth
it never changes ...

in a small dark room
she waited for her lover
he imagined her thoughts
he imagined her beauty
he remembered the passion
the passion that they shared ...

Walking through the small borough today, life bustled all around...
Passersby nodded, children laughed, the hum of life buzzed on...
And then, suddenly, there was silence ....
Life continued its trek all around me, but I was at rest....
And all that remained in my world was the grass that surrounded me ....
It waved in the wind without a sound... ...

I was walking down by the creek this morning,
And I heard the slightest little ripple from the water below.
And looked to see a newt, as he found a comfortable spot on the smooth rock ...
The rock had the smoothness of the ages,
Smoothed by the waves of water and time,
And the newt had the glimmer of that same sort of smoothness ... ...

in the waves of the sea of life
even in the midst of storms
our friendship creates little pockets of stillness
and the stillness we can carry in our pockets
until we meet again
friends are a gift we give ourselves ...

i'll love you tomorrow
i love you today
a little fear and apprehension
won't keep me away
.
our lives, they keep changing ...

this morning as i walked to the fountain of life
a squirrel gave me a wink
he was speaking to my heart
sharing the wisdom of the ravens
the squirrels have little wisdom
but they have great perception ...

the traditions of my childhood
cling to my understanding
the cloth woven from the tapestry of the ages
binds my hands, obscures my ears, hides my face
the flowers bloom in the light
the caterpillar blooms in the blossom ...

[22:43] i was conversing with a butterfly today
[22:44] she was quite wise
[22:44] though she had gone through the transformation only a few months ago
[22:45] her wisdom was much older than this current existence
[22:45] she spoke to me of light
[22:46] and the power of the light to overtake the darkness ...

mmmmmm ...
sweet blessed silence
in the eye of the storm
in the midst of the chaos
on the highway of life
the sweet blessed silence ...

oh moment, so fleeting
receding, retreating
why must the wonderment fade like the dawn?
the light of the day brings a clarity that pains me
like the song of the butterfly, o ears in my mind
my heart longs for the notes of a beautiful find ...

Gypsee: LIVE it?
Steve: yes
Steve: yesterday, as i walked through the muck of the incertitude of my present
Steve: and the frailty of the fragility of the next moment
Steve: i came upon a flower
Steve: and the flower shone its loveliness on me ...

i danced the dance
smiled the smile
breathed in life
and breathed out peace
i felt my joy
expanding within my chest ...

passion kills quickly
peace kills slowly
life springs forth from death
as spring emerges from winter
if today is the only day i have
i choose passion ...