I wish I were only a half an inch tall
You’d look at me and say, “Is that all?”
I could ride a pine straw falling
Or surf a snow flake over the treetops calling.
I could sneak about without a trace
Even watch you make that silly face.

A piece of gum would be a feast
It would last me a month or two at least.
To a flea I would be a frightening beast
And I could hide away inside your crease.
I could wear your ear ring clip upon my head
But at night you could not take me to bed.

You'd have to be careful where you’d place me dear
At one half inch tall I could drown in a tear.
But I couldn’t give you a great big hug
All I could do is to give a hair a tug.
To move a pencil would take all night
This poem would take me years to write.

If I were only a half an inch tall
You could leave me anywhere at all.
You could hang me from a string
Or leave me on just about anything.
If I could just get myself out of the way
You'd have more space to sit or lay.

Find your abundance, your radiance, your nourishment,
For in you lives a God or a Goddess lying dormant.
Be reverenced – that is the key of life -
Dance on your grave in your own behalf.
Do not live in fear for fear is like death.
Fear will return you to the soil without a breath.
That death, a compost for the new generation.
We hold the key to eternity in our outstretched hand.
Be courageous and face yourself and be annihilated
By your own light – your love – and be not rested
For rest is a kind of death absent of your essence.
Whatever death can take it will take – so be salient
And find that which is unborn and undying.
Life will knock seven times at the door to your heart,
Searching for the indestructible part of you to impart.
We are the King and the Queen of our own desires.
Dancing together with the world as our Kingdom’s choirs.
Rejoice in the world for here we are - we have come.
Let laughter be the nature of our bodies’ home.
A home where laughter defies death and love defies reason –
There our consciousness sits broadened
By the dance we dance – forcing death to be dethroned.

Sand sifting gently through my fingers,
A dedicated time ‘til my body lingers.
Oh, to know the smell of the center of your hand,
To see into those eyes -
To feel those sighs.

Sometimes I don’t think I can wait
But then it’s too late.
How can all this be real
When I’ve not even a finger to feel?
Visions of heart – remembering soul –
Up to now that is all that I know.
I'm lost in this moment,
Chained to the sweet torment.
Inside a fire is burning
Hotter than hell – so full of yearning.

Maybe the wrong place -
Maybe the wrong time.

Is it a crime
To watch the sand as it falls?
Measuring time ‘til my body lingers
And I have you - lost in my fingers.

When my time passes
And there’s no breath left in me,
Take my ashes to the oceans
And set my spirit free.
There I can rejoin my friends
There I will not be alone.
There I can make my amends
There I won’t be unknown.

Far too much blood spilled onto this planet
Makes its way to the sea.
The raining of blood by droplet
Rejoining there finally.

Don’t leave me in the cold, cold ground.
No – No imprisoned tomb for me.
Let the waves be my stone bound
An anxious tide, my cemetery.

There I can float on endless waves
A moving monument to see.
And if you leave a tear on my grave
I can float it away with me…