Life is a state of mind,
A merry go round of your choosing,
That either brings tears of joy,
Or screams of terror,
Peace,
Or Drama.
One you can never depart,
Until that one concluding breath.
Will you look back on the well trodden path
With recollections of joy,
Or regret?

speech is a service that can heal the world.
So let it be sweet and true, always.

the sea of sleep was shivering the other day
today the clouds are in a rush towards the freedom
of the leaves perhaps, and I don't need to know anything about love
cause I can feel it silently labouring, growing more space for sight might light night for despite and ignite for dynamite and satisfied
the child, the lover, the warrior, the go-getter, the wise and the fool
the vulnerable, the humiliated and the daring, the dreamer
they need to talk to each other like the winds talk to the roots

is this all one can give to another, the patience of the flow,
and nothing more  more space to be
is it the echo of your bones that I can't left behind?

The breath of divinity.

O, these remaining echoes of you
My distant Bell, calling me to worship.

All things turn golden at sunset.  It is
The nature of daylight at day's dawning

That the start & end should be mellowed.
Yet, that distant bell reverberates

And echoes on through time
As I kneel at your alter,
Straining to hear echoes of you.

letting go of all words, unkind
just as one leaves
another weaves in
with nimble branches
threaded through the needle
and no thimble to protect.

wisdom is within
answers in plain sight
why then like cupid
was i painted blind?

i wish to see the unseen
to know what i seek
but my vision turned outward
keeps me unclean
my fingernails dirtied
by digging to unbury
roots of dancing leaves
on nimble branches
swaying toward every whim