Woven unto the reflection of majestic mirages
as the sun awakens to the nights fading upon
the landscape bowing elegantly out.

For within the other reflections are withheld
as a new beauty is seen in the furrows of moonlight.
As when sunrise awakens the slumbering world.

Reflections of self are collected in pools of deliberation
for is one not better at seeing the flaws incorporated
within a reflection and seeing that not everything's perfect.

The sun rises and we see unto ourselves what was obscured
with the dimness. But light gives us refection on things
not seen and we see the reality of so many sunrises.

they are infinite in number

from our most frightening childhood dreams
to terrible nightmares in our later years
born from guilt, disillusionment, trauma, shame

they glare at us all of a sudden

apropos nothing they flash into our minds
disrupt what little peace we may have found
in our busy lives

when they arise from their sealed chambers
undo the locks we put on them
    to keep them quiet and remote

we have to face them
    eye to dreadful eye
    face to frightening face

then   gradually

    surprise

the closer our  stare
the more we are aware
that all these faces share
what we find hard to recognize

they look
    quite disconcertingly
like us

maybe we should
    rather than banish them away
acknowledge them  as what they are

the different facets of our selves
that we present to our world
from day to day

I heard a joke along the way,
Honk if you love Jesus this way,
Text if you want to meet Him today!
Made me smile, slow down,
No need to rush and frown,
Let's pace ourselves this way,
Slow down on the roads, okay?
Honk if you love Jesus this way,
Text if you want to meet him today!
Let's have a Peace and Happiness Day!

I am an
emotional
      archeologist
digging d
                 e
                        e
                                p
into the contours
of the heart
trying to discern
what spots
need tender healing,
how to treat and
soothe its
fissured parts
I am a soul-mind
                   excavator
discerning
temperature and hue
measuring the depths
of textures
as we get down
to the root
We work hard,
my team and I
mapping earthen layers
we use the implements
                     of wisdom
to try and heal
this pain acute
and as we gently
cut through the strata
of history, of scars
I know that this
         explorer's work
is worth it
for we will reach up
to the stars
So we continue on
in patience,
into the
blazing core
      like truth-warriors
like healers
      unlocking secret
ancient treasures
that will rise up
to the
fore