As I romp in hallways of a human body,
my time is limited before
I return to road of universe.

I partake in tasty treats to digest with smiles.
Swim in waters of emotions that wash old wounds.
Meet friends and foe to teach compassion.
Fly in dancing steps gracefully
and sing like birds to echo against ear walls.

As I move I slowly put pieces together
to understand who I am.
Recalling my purpose and divinity.
Spreading on life’s canvas as artist with paint of love.
Resting to smell the rose perfumes in air of wind.
And find doorways into heart,
where no ego lingers.

Yes as I romp. I connect
in tears that lead to rainbow thoughts.
Dreams that give abundance of breath.
Gratitude that vibrates in cells delicately.
See animals that mirror dedication
And move in playground
where God’s presence is everywhere.

Oh! what a gift journey
to gather memories inside
many a trial and tribulations.

Oh what grand humanoid experience
to process and bring back to soul.

If I could drop a message in a poem,
a verse, a group of letters strung like pearls
for readers neck, I would.

I’d  mold it with stones of optimism
to ward off worry and fear.

Sting it with wisdom to integrate
the new energies for peace.

Enlarge it with songs
to rhythmically expand hearts.
And weave it gracefully so readers
old mind chatter would dissipate.

I would string its message
with pulsations so their echoing voice
would allow one to see their a divine
gift.

If I could drop a message
to show I wear the title Aviator poet of
a new conscious world proudly,
I would.
I do. I am.

In a marriage of the heart
poet and reader bond.
A secret matrimonial oath
is taken.
It ties knot-like commitment
to express by writer
and be read at any time
as word landscape is presented.

Sometimes judgements fly
whereby reader can’t grasp poets vision.
Normal it is for growth.
Other times it’s like a honeymoon
where smiles and admiration flies,
Normal it is for evolution.

Today I
call to those who visit
and purpose you
join in union with me,
if even for a brief time.
Join
as we marry under a canopy of HP