I am a song of peace
born in town of chaos,
I am light's seed
sown in a dark recess.
I am the innocent moss
growing on a hill,
I am the sweet whisper
inside a whirring windmill.
I am the edge of night
that comes along the way,
I am the bright sunrise
that'll dazzle your day.

Take a step
Grow a wing
Grab a sky
Own the world
Make the rainbows sweat...........

Shape the universe
with your hammer and chisel....
NOW.

When karma's hammer's tonk
resonates with
your heartbeats....

You become the person
you always die
to meet.....

A stranger - Plays with you
like an old friend sometimes,
yet shows a different shade
in its fleeting.

Offers no reasons
for its changing seasons.

Sometimes  stops
to make a moment larger than life
and sometime just flies away
like a bird in hurry to kiss the horizon.

Holds you in its warped
clutch sometimes
yet lets you kiss
its open palms other times.

Time is like a man,
changing all the time,
travelling and wandering
like a grain of sand
on the wings of a whim's wind.

When the soul seeks
the song frozen in time,
Divinity obliges by
sending a few echoes down my path.

They reverberate across
the blue champagne
waves of inertia
to awaken reminiscences
of our harmonic rhythm.

Moments flow syllable like
to find a meaning
between the lines etched
on destiny's canvas as
a presence converges into resonance.

Every word is amplified together into
honest understanding breaking apart
the rational mind icebergs
that predominate love.

Let the whispers of Spring
adorn our way to the point
where rainbows kiss the crossroads
with a spiritual rain sprinkle.

Let every convoluted cloud
come apart to pour refreshment
on the ground work of intention
to nourish these labors with liquid love.

If only we could flow like sand grains
to the ocean's serenity,
Life could be a smile richer
while divine inertia soaks us.

Salty tears might fall awash
in it's grandeur, and consternation
lost in its immensity
upon it's rumpled surface
peace would percolate
sans the navigation of an evil hand...

It's that time of the year again
when my paper boats get itchy
seeking your streams to
carry themselves to ecstasy's ocean...

Pregnant sky expectant
of a grand extravaganza
guides me to the horizon
where your kisses are stored
in a sacred vault ...

I seek, I wander
like a kite without string,
winds taking me where
your sprinkles bear my name

Come! adorn my path
script a slippery song
on the muddy terrain
that smells like home now ...