The sunshine brings back memories sometimes.

Memories of times that feel eons away, yet are not that long ago.

My life in chapters, many feel more like succinct short stories

Or narratives or even poems.

A moment in time so unlike any other

That only a few words can capture its importance.

I miss the open skies of the West.

The feeling of promise, of hope, of enthusiasm, and excitement.

A full and vibrant energy silently,

But powerfully circulating through the air.

I miss the color of blue that the sky becomes in the mountains,

Speckled foreground of bright, golden leaves.

The sparkling, gurgling rivers.

Hiking in secret, sacred places.

I miss having a partner,

But not to the extent of sacrificing my well-being or peace.

Nostalgia isn’t bad.

It’s simply a quick reemergence into a pool of water

That you’ve dove into before.

Some waters are warmer than others.

I combine my past with my future.

I look to my dreams. I see the West in them all.

All the delirium

All the adrenaline

What is it for?

To boost what isn’t there?

To create a semblance of a mirage?

Feeling is the key

Yet to numb is the goal

I can be happier when it’s induced

But melancholy comes so easily

Cradled, coddled, loved

By imagination and dreams

They say perceptions are reality

Yet where do my feet stand?

Solid ground turns to quick sand

Like a lit match blown out in an instant

Anything to alter, to shift, to persuade

The magnitude of hope becomes too much

Can a mustard seed indeed flourish?

Light me up and let me go

Instigate just to leave me bored

I’m ok if I lay down at night

With my spirit and my heart still as one

Truth conjures love and love is all

Love in its many forms and levels

Desire is to converge and level all at once

My heart has burst open

It has seen and felt the softness

Of an open heart, filled with light.

What may have been an interruption

In the purity of flowing water

Does not take away the clarity to see.

Deep into the creek bed,

The once still waters began stirring long

Before any rapids edged out eddies of halted emotions.

But the emotions can’t be halted, nor am I sure

They are meant to be.

The inner-most sanctions of my heart

Stay true to the one meant for me.

The twists and turns of life may make it less certain

But it does not need to make it less attainable.

I wish you could see, really see.

The ease, the magic, the looks, the desire.

It’s not to run from.

It’s intended, despite the unknown outcome.

All outcomes are unknown.

Only the Light has Its hand

For all who will hear, all who will surrender.

My heart will stay strong.

I will not lose my glow, my demonstration of the highest love

That has been placed in me.

It is in our nature. Always.

So join with me in the sacredness of this love.

It is a rare and special gift.

Let’s cherish it, so that it may grow.

She saw him first

She turned her head and witnessed a smile on a face

A breezy, tropical, real smile

One that exuded actual joy

A magnificent alignment of ****** muscles

Paired with a tangible radiance

A sharpness to his lightness

A consciousness

It was white sand, warm and blowing strands of hair around her face

It was a sparkling brook and fluttering golden Aspen leaves on a Fall day

It was the rush of a busy, invigorating city block at night,

heading to a favorite restaurant

All at once

It seemed that those of that kind were extinct

Those of her kind

She smiled like he did. But he didn’t notice her yet…

They needed to meet.

She turned back to her conversation, pleasant but unfeeling

She was open to receive.  She remained open.  That is all.

No coyness, no coquettish eyes, no second glances over her shoulder.

Simply let him see her.

This happens or it doesn’t

Does she want another Old Fashioned.  Probably..

Of course she does.

As she starts to depart to the bar,

An intoxicating scent foreign to her senses wafts behind her.

A full and dynamic energy passes inches from her.

Her heart beats faster, she shifts her stance, licks her lips

As she draws in the air that has recirculated a fresh sweetness

Her attention turns to her right

“Have you met my colleague?”

They were both looking at her with glowing, dancing eyes.

It was him.

She smiled.

He saw her.

Everything you see in your mind,
every vision,
everything that you can imagine,
is real.
It's not fake.
It's waiting to come alive.
It's reality pending.
But you have to give it power.
You have to make it so.

Are you strong enough to be my man?

No, this is not a Sheryl Crow song.

This is my question to you.

I don't think you are.

You shy away from passion.

You lurk in the shadows of truth.

You cower from taking a stand.

I revel in my strength,

In my complexity,

In my depth.

I know myself.

Rise up, man!

Rise up if you have something to show.

Come on, let's spar.

I didn't think so.

You couldn't handle me anyway.

Radiant, glowing, waiting, knowing

Wanting to leap

Watching the sky and what’s below simultaneously

Freedom within your grasp

Yet slowly, slowly…retracting

You can hear my whispers on the wind

Gaze into my eyes by the light of the moon

You surrendered before

But felt pain in your freefall

Not the wings you anticipated.

Unbind your wings!

They never left you

Break the silence with your wild song

Run! Come find me again!

I’m here. You cannot get lost.

My beacon is shining bright

Strong, sure, unwavering, focused

On you, only you

Guiding you

All you have to do is follow and trust

As you get closer, your wings loosen from the reins that held them back

Their massive, glorious structure longs to unleash their strength

To stretch to their full span

Blinding light exuding

Whipping through the air

Creating powerful gusts that send your thoughts, your love

Rushing straight into my heart

You are weightless and golden like the rays of the sun

Believe again

Let is reside in the garden of our souls

Let us feel what it’s like to finally be home