dreams of the night are long songs
sung because the day is too short
and there are no distractions in sleep

to travel was a need most dire
and then travel became all
until not needed
love found me welcome
and love gave me shelter

sing poet loud
inject change
into the singing

Some are naturally blessed-
born with a generous heart.
As for the rest-for whom I humbly speak-
we have a lifetimes work for it.

all is ablaze with love- no love can monopolise  
selfless self giving seen in the order of the universe-
all things are good and all things as they were meant-
nothing is outside of loves embrace- how could it be-
science backs loves claim and loves reality- love-
the very heart and hearth and table set out for thriving creation

What do you bring back with you from the eternal depth of the spirit world
do you know
each time you grow a little less brittle
and each time you come back a little more free
and each time the Race of Humanity loves a little more than it did

sunshine  everywhere
I make myself vulnerable
exposing my sunshine heart
to share freely with all
I know its worth the risk
even if all anyone sees is darkness

a song on a branch singing
I sit on my chair
made for the purpose
the sparrow outside the window
I join the chorus
we sing together
happily to whomsoever

to be taken out of creation
and still exist
Man would have to become God

And then a great warrior leapt out of Heaven
into the Virgins womb
and became man

so that Man might become God

If I could say just one thing to you
[and believe me, I am]
I would tell you to stop looking "out there".
I would tell you that you have everything you need.
I would tell you that you are everything you need.
Nobody can add anything to that.
and be **** sure, nobody can take anything away.

But you must share yourself with those around you:
your body, your mind, your words, your heart.
They are not for the PICKING. They are not for the TAKING.
They are for the sharing.
They are for someone to enjoy with you.
But lovely lovely love stop looking, please!
Release the pressure, drop the anxiety, ignore the stress.
It does not serve you.
It is merely in your head,
not in your bones.
Not in your flesh.
There is no "doing" in worrying.
There is only worrying.
And beautiful, that's not you.

If I could tell you one thing it would be this:
There are no rules that you do not make for yourself.
There is no time that you must do anything,
only times when you can do something.
Just opportunities that cyclically arise and fall away before you.
Did you miss one? That's ok.
Will another one come? Of course it will.
Let things come of their own accord
and you will end up happier than you could have dreamed.

There's nothing on the other side of that door.
In fact, you've already been there. You're there right now.
There is no lock holding you back.
No lock keeping everything from you.
You've got a pocket full of keys, and no locks.

Oh, if you'd only let me tell you,
I'd tell you everything in the world is alive in you.

songs of centuries
sound out the earth
deep in oceans
muffled drums

reborn in the roots of the earth
I display leaves and berries

along comes a bird who nests
sleeps in my branches

eats of my fruit
while feeding offspring

flies free across skies
spreading seeds of seedlings

never walk from my grave
in heavy despondency

I flew from here
before I was even buried

bobbing white sail across horizons
summertime travelling on
to new long day tomorrows
evenings stretching-out
Sunsets mingle with  Sunrise
on this seamless summer
Wind and sea calm enough
for white sail and dreamer