Standing in the midst
of your lightless
you have lost self,
ground and perspective.
Listening to others
tell their stories
of their time
in your current residence,
(I have lived there too)
has taught me
the task
of finding
light
is possible
though painful,
hard and seemingly
endless.
Living
from one breath
to another
is still living.
So please,
keep breathing...

multi path a breath
all travelers are welcome

Here among the trees
leaves, birds and bees
breathing in summer air
the sun embraces me
into its life-giving energy
I feel loved
and part of the great mystery
each day is a homecoming.

Here I can just be me
fearing no judgement
or condemnation for my sins
but pure acceptance
and bliss.

This day, each day
is my birth day.

The birds are whistling
and the trees are listening

To the sway of a branch
and the ending of a decade
gone away with the facade

Of trickery wrought from calloused tongues
And seeds of deceit planted in the young

Come away my friend, watch the decade of the end
Again once more, before the flowers get sore
Bending into death, and ending their breath
Come away to endings, and the long awaited sending
Watch the decade of the end
my dearest friend