Compassion for others and self
is the wisdom wrapped in words that whisper when eyes are open to its stream of truth.

DEATH
to the self judgements  and lack of compassion
that plagues the mind.  
DEATH
to ego ruling the self that blocks truth from surfacing
disallowing the heart song to come through.


HELLO,
to the light in everyone the sparkling essence too often hidden.
HELLO,
to the spirit ready to run free in a field of life.
HELLO,
to awakening to being rebirth inside a Divine life connected to all things.
and
HELLO, to love.

I may be a joker
hiding inside deck
well fanned
but I am royalty.
Peering out when chance given.

I may be a joker,
inside a playing field of suits
often boxed for later use
or as a wild card fast and furious.

I may be a joker
but don't let that fool you
I am Daring and Debonair.
Sharp and Creative.
Useful and Beautiful.
Come look if dare.

If you look close I am all suits
Kings and queens look up to me
Spades come for my wand of happy.
Clubs are in shoes for magical strength.
Hearts upon hat warm inside loves.
And diamonds become fuel
for my boxed space ship.

A ship I travel with
when not used in game
when escape is necessary.

Yes I may be a joker but I’m a warrior
So don't underestimate me.
as I carry much wisdom
until my jovial face
breaks through.

I am a stowaway, destined to move inside circus walls.
The road is bumpy but someone took my hand and gives me love. They showed me how to climb the ropes to do the clown craft of laughter and merriment. I hid in that shadow for a long time. Trying to balance reality with fiction. After learning its art inside a clown car, using thousands of balloons and standing in shadow of real self behind magic trick after 32 years I’m leaving the train life. The life of endless tickle gadgets and collecting smiles.  Now I am a clown plane- cloths-division leading a life with magic wand of pen.

I move with grace,
Twirling
           Swirling
                    Gliding
                                           and swimming
in uncharted waters in my vessel.
Waves encircle with tides
strong trying to unbalance.
Clouds drift scattered by wind of breath.
Sun etches its rays to open heart.

Here I expand,
     Whirling,
               revolving
                              Spinning
                                                  and gyrating
in realm of peacefulness
moving in the unknown.
Knowing all unfolds as its meant to
while my sails open in sacred wind.

I shall be a trumpeter in a band.
My pen being the conductors wand.
My heart beat the rhythm.
My poetic words the sound that flows.

A talent deep within
where no lessons were necessary
only connecting,
trusting,
and rolling in performance of life.

With ink of life I write,
allowing words to swirl onto page. They anchor sometimes amongst wind and rain. Other-times below sunny sky that sprouts flowery images.

With ink of life I write,
allowing self to align in breath as inspiration comes. It grounds me in a realm of unknown and flows in grace in all weather.
Result: gratitude through and through.