SCULPTORS We use tools are pen and keyboard, journal and eyes. Our hearts are compasses, energy portal for information. All gifts. A profession called to by the powers of light.

FARMERS   who carefully grow thoughts to sprout words into sentences. We use water from eyes to grow poems as well as rays of sun to scribe happy thoughts.

DOCTORS   We heal with their words to give hope to the reader. We give the medicine of a positive verse to open heart. And doctor old wounds so one feels they are not alone.

TEACHERS  who carry wisdom to share with affirmations, thoughts and writings. Our footsteps of experiences bring about poems with insight.

INDIAN CHIEF  We see the beauty in nature and write about it, trying to pass on a new awareness to the world.

ARCHITECTS   who build buildings of verse sometimes tall other times short. They have windows for reader to peer through.

DANCERS   We use words to become like ballerina steps anointing of page-like dance floor. We write gracefully and elegantly to the music of our heart like a dancer would to an orchestras music.

With hypnotic rays,
the sun shines
anointing many that view
with open heart.

Its purpose, for one
to find their greatness within
and dance free.
Some attune to it's guidance.
Some need more time.

With hypnotic rays,
the moon vibrates
encouraging many to look deep
into shadows of night.

Its purpose, for one
to know their Divine self
and dance free.
Some attune to its guidance.
Some need more time.

For best intentions
can break any hypnotic spell.
if freewill persists
and time isn’t right.

But alas, Moon and Sun will wait
shinning love endlessly
for they have all the patience of the world.

Falling, not fallen
She was no man’s
But a nomad
She was the comet
Finally caught
In His gravity

Her celestial body
Lured beneath
Her stellar sails
By a solar flare
Lowering anchor