Awareness of your passing,
a temporary vessel
of limited span

Given a gift from the
cosmos,
a writer you are

a quiet remembrance,
as your words live on

write as if you were gone,
and create as a passerby

a simple code,
was all he left
these simple words
stronger than
time

For the guidance,
in this interesting
adventure,
you took my hand,
despite the flaws,
and easy corruptions

found this grace,
a special place,
that only you can
give

an awakening towards the invisible,
a sacred rhythm
of infinite
virtue

you've seen the beginning
and will see the end

a father of infinite wisdom,
and giver of good things

why should we be blinded to the good,
and be deceived
into the darkness,
awaken your minds
the third eye,
an old forgotten
Way

Find your way,
go with me astray
into the vast wilderness
of exploration

take this time,
and intertwine
with the matrix
& see it serves
no good

a time arise,
for a poet's prize
he picks this call
in all
endeavors

A sacred rhythm
that exists
in the fabric
of God's reality,

trust in the calling,
the whispers
of your intuition

a tremendous guide,
a voice more holy
than
all the angels

Phases of a cycle,
they pull us through
as a gentle and
magnetic
force,

listen closely to the whisper
of the original,
and the effortless grace,
of God's
guidance

a hint towards growth,
though fear in its time

almost invisible,
a welcoming in of subtlety
a growth so sure,
that it is invisible
over time

glimpse this truth,
some forgotten base
a home,
you've lost touch
with

An elegant show,
of brevity
the splendor
of the incorruptible

strength in presence,
a rock
amidst
the ocean

having taken on
the world,
and all that death is,
a universe
of unraveling
into an
ever-present
mystery

how the comets
have fallen
and collided
into dust

as the gods
turn to ash
and the fabric
recalls,
all that it has
produced

a simple return,
into the one,
who always was
and always is

To the angels,
she asked,
what is it that
will make my life
more beautiful?

an honest question,
of depth and heart,  
a feeling of surrender,
and openness

look to the trees, and the sky,
glimpse the stars,
and pay attention
to the wind,
listen,
and you will find,
ask and you shall,
receive

it was in the quiet,
in the stillness
of the mist,
in the bark of the pine,
and movement
of the ants

a gentle unfolding,
and remembrance
of something sacred,
she awakened,
as from a dream

the flower  unfolded,
and became something familiar
this calloused ember
of infinite flame,
a wisdom became
living

a golden feeling,
of light and love
of peace and knowing
let it guide you,
and you shall find
all of the peace
that your soul
craves