one small act of selflessness
a cup of water

after reading of the spiritual
love permeates all souls

its not rocket science
although charity dwells there too

I sat on the back of the white stallion
a warrior in all poetical glory-
many decades ago.
And I travelled the road of broken love
wishing for the unrequited to heal.
Now the white stallion is no more
and the warrior sings different songs.
The road of a poets lot
always reaches into the ancient past
and grows into the full stature of warrior-hood.

Tip toeing through life not
Making a sound, what
Will be remembered of you,
As you were never heard.

Because you never noticed
You were only back ground,
White noise.
You where there but not
Much noise did you make
When you were around.

Would you have been loud
If given the chance, be known
By many all around.
But noise itself can lead to people
Ignoring that sound, just a
Nuisance in the back ground.

You wanted to be heard
But were too loud, so much
That you cancelled out the
Fact you wanted others to
Know you were even around.

A balance of nosie and silence
Must be made through life,
The right place and time
To make that sound, but
Also to be quiet as those
Around we see. That all
Are respected, those that
Surround you through life.

We are all many noises through
Life, what will you be remembered
For, that marks that part of your
life.

my heart wakes last of all
at the touch of love.

and now awake she unfurls
into all the spaces.

filling up all that's wanting
she sings to her lover.

the lover who rouses
all that's good within her.

teetering on the edge of never
and falling over
getting back up and willingly jumping
into the darkness
leaving behind what you can do without
you travel lightly
find yourself in a spacious place
called happiness