There is a stream
  in our theme,
a  river that flows through us--
that stream is us.

In the stream, whose name is
"All it is that We Are",
there  is a continuity--  
a common ground  
in  everything that the
    stream contains;

    it is ours,
    our substance-- our essence.
    .   .

Place your hand
into your stream
and feel
    who it is that you are,
and know that as you do,
every part    of
what it is that  m o i s t e n s
your arm  

    is that which is of you..
        you are   t a n g i b le.

The stream is yours--
    who.  you.  are.  
ever-flowing, yet tangibly  felt
at any given time.

This stream, also aptly named
"Substance of Being"--    from
beginning to end  contains
    within it
    all of what it is that is yours--

      and yours alone.
      .   .   .    

Jump, beautiful one--
right smack dab  into
the middle of it, and
feel yourself  in its entirety--

        beginning to end,

    yet,
with no beginning that can be seen
and no end.. save the vast sea--  
the  beautiful final destination  
  of all streams.

    .   .   .   .  

  Feel yourself flow in it
  and know it is you--

  bank to bank;
    the stream is you.

If I told you that I love you each and every day,
it still could not convey the way you make my spirit rise.

When I speak those words so surely - so purely,
I pray you understand.

The words flow not from my lips,
but from my heart.

A flow that cannot be interrupted or abandoned;
instead, it must be released to ride its course in full.

Like a river to his sea,
rushing toward his destiny - his eternity.

i don't write i flow
i know not what am doing
just i say hello

Shades of you blend into me like our spirits blending in
the bottom of the sea. We pass through each other like northern lights and touch the very essence of love.
I want the sun to shine in your honor; I want the moon
to copy your brightness. I see my future when I look into your eyes; you are everything I’d hope you’d be.
My beating heart, each breath I take, the twinkle in my eyes,
my pillow at night. Our spirits were born to unite together,
to dance in the beauty of inseparableness.

You’ve woven a hem inside my heart, that flows
love blood from your tender embrace. This is a
journey that no one takes but you. I’ve discovered a place that I am free; it’s inside of you that I’ve relinquished
my defenses, thus allowing your divinity to resuscitate
my will.

We blend together like an Indian Summer,
fitting perfectly together like hands in a glove.
A shade of you blends into me and colors my
heart, my mind, body, and soul.
With unforgiving nectar thick like honey, your
spirit alive is where I will stay.
Refined like sugar, shimmering like gold,
molding like clay on a hot summer's day.

I was never told
To behold

The tears
Carrying all my fears

To let them flow
For the glow

To pay the price
For snatching the prize

To let someone die
On the mere roll of the die

I was never told
To behold

The dance of the fairies
Amongst fires in the prairies

Of the sacrifice
For the fool’s paradise

I was never told
To behold

The danseuse death
In her fight with fate

The glory bequeath
With the fory dead

I was never told

To prepare myself
To fight herself

To wrench my prize
From someone her size

I was never told
To behold

People’s fate
In someone’s gait

To let the decision
Be forsaken of vision

I was never told
To behold

The dance of the dead
As if they had never bled

Their waking up again
Out of deign not disdain

I was never told
To behold

The history being rewritten
And the mysteries being smitten..

Let the empty hands
embrace humanness and composure.  
Let the ebullient heart
thumbs belief & conviction.
The year enlighten lessons
of effacing unpleasantness and woes,
settling between bad & good.
Treasure the memories we came across
and be ready with wondrous love.  
Thank You 2020 for being the ebb & flow of life.

No place to go
No thing to know
Only, flow

Life and Death

Energy and Peace

Solar Dial

The impossible Find

Fading glory…



               Brings the feat

                 Of triumph
    
                 Of remorse

                 Of solitude
            
                 Of all virtues

                 Expanding  

                 Yet still yearning for my affection

                
                As Adoration adores

                Love bestows
                In its own time

In the Moonlit Rain

Fear overtakes her courage caged

Forests sing Freedom

Aged

Wings wide open

Connection

Breathes.