Take my crazy and mix it with a bit of sanity
and Wala you have a me clone.

Take my love and mix it with the moment
and voila you have harmony.

Take my faith and mix it with trust
and shazaam you have a miracle.

Take my intention
with my poetry
and you have
a loving friend.

The beauty of life on planet Earth-
NATURE,  MUSIC, CHILDREN
The ugly of life...
WAR, LIES, GREED
ALL in the name of expansion.
Purpose to realign consciousness
to tip scales
and let happy be on both sides.

A gift it is... to be in the presence of a new baby.

The being unimpeded by earths
third dimensional mindsets.

A new born fused with higher self
who is the vibration of God.

The one shrouded in a veil of light
ready to experience life again for soul.

A new born in state of nakedness
lying with grace free of judgement.

The mirror of ones own original self
who carries unlimited possibilities.

A new born who gives an invitation
in moment to smile and play.

The reason to see blessing present
and release gratitude in voice

A new born who carries stars in eyes
calling many to embrace the now.

The being ready to take on role of teacher
for mother and those present.

Those who can see the embodiment of beauty
deserving of celebration.

A sacred baby
carries stars inside their eyes
legacy of soul.


School is in session
A new born is the teacher
every age teachers
*
students are us all

Are you a cheater
Have you cheated yourself
of really being here in a sacred vessel?
Only you can answer
And only you can choose...

to live life to the fullest
to open up to life
and the gift it is.
Here to let the ego mind go
and move into the heart.
Where love forgiveness peace comes.
Here to look in mirror and view ourselves completely
before life becomes ash upon a mountain side.

i am a word hobo
caravanning
inside a journey
filled with inspirational scenes.
W
O
R
D
S
gathers that I scoop up
and place in backpack
of mind.

My walking stick pen balances me,
as focused inside steps ground.

IF it rains emotions flow
IF it's sunny birds GRACE ears
making phases into songs.

When I arrive a-top of mountain
and plant flag
it means poem is done.

I am a word hobo
and I wouldn't have it
aNY OTHER WAY.

My dog loves me
everyday regardless
of my stature, brains, or habits.

My pooch loves me
daily regardless
of my reputation, singing out of key
or smelly armpits
I feel blessed
And me...
I love him like family
whereby
Mi casa es su casa