The drip was constant, a metronome measuring out time.
Bleary eyed, spirit bruised from another all-night argument
She had sought solace in the forest and the rain.

Perched on a rock, surrounded by the dichotomy of nature - Stability and chaos
Indiscriminate raindrops creating the rhythmic beading of water
She reflected upon her own duality

The steady beat of water had etched a small rivulet
Upon which a poplar seed was now travelling
On a journey to create new life in a barren place.

She wondered if all "constants" do the same
Create paths that can be used for the good

The thought brought with it a measure of comfort.

Two phrases that have power to shut me down

Are One day we will and Someday we will.

Early on, life taught me One day and Someday

Rarely, if ever come.

So in loving me
If you choose to love me

*Let us share with each other the gifts and delights of today
And let One day and Someday
Be what they shall be.

He is man

Sometimes soft
Sometimes hard

But always a man who walks like a lion
With generosity of Spirit, lust of  body and fire in his heart.

He hunts with a clever and ambitious mind
For his seed and dreams demand to be sown

So many curious parts, that make up the fullness of a man
Beginnings. Middles. Endings.

Intricate
Fascinating
Perplexing
Sometimes Vexing

But he is made in the image of creation
And there is always beauty in his order and in his chaos

He is man

Turbulent Waters

Swirling round my feet
Tugging me out further

Into your deep ... into your deep

A kiss is what I long for

But I choke on salty air
And those waters keep pulling
Do I turn or do I dare

Come little butterfly
Come dance with me

Flutter your wings
Stir the air I breathe
Breathe your sweet breath upon me

Bewitch my captivated heart
With your delicate rhythms

Come little butterfly
I await your arrival

Take hold of my finger
In your tiny grasp
Lead me dancing into your world, the homeland of your heart

Come little butterfly
Come dance with me ...