Ink is the heroine and pen the needle that moves guided by my fever. The ink pulsates within transmuting into words and phrases. My heart expands racing with visions. The side effect... a written poem that perhaps will give some peace. Peace from my addiction to live before it starts all over again. It is an addiction many a poet had to fight over centuries. Their lesson let it flow let it grow.

Gods love is in every sunrise
and sunset.
Every blooming flower, mountain scene
and babies laugh.

God’s love is in every echoing bird
and moment that unfolds.
Every deepen breath, lovers eyes
and butterfly wing.

God’s in every persons heartbeat
and gentle breeze.
Every fish that swims, animal that lives
and precious hug.

God’s love is in everything
CELEBRATE IT.
BE IT.
SHARE IT.
LOVE can’t leave home without it.

May we open our hearts
and share love.
recall who we really are
and celebrate ourselves and others.

May we watch a candle in heart burn
knowing it can never let it go out.
Extend our consciousness in include
compassion.
Be a vessel docking at a harbor of peace.

May we awaken to move as avatars of light.
Forgive others to integrate the dark with the light.
See the beauty around us.

May we breath deep to hear our inner guidance.
Feel the warmth of Gods love inside every moment.
See The Divine in everything to smile.

May we sing inside our hearts.
Be a living example of love every day.
Hold onto our dreams knowing
all are blessed this holiday season.

May we all raise our glasses a new year filled with new beginnings grand.
Take the time to align with your own magnificence
Say Happy New Year to every person we meet.
AND MAY YOUR NEW YEAR BE BLESSED WITH LOVE, PEACE, AND JOY.

The newspapers say the poetry bug is spreading. It started from a stain of HP. No cure available. It starts by going into the eyes and than a tingle starts in fingers. Breath gets heavy with anticipation and Heartbeat races until it is calmed by a write. If it persists just have a cup of tea and accept it.

Oh ego mind, how do I train you?
I ask with deep breath.
For you have run rampant in mind for too long.

I must stand with sword of compassion.
With determination if heart is to win.
If I'm to find peace without judgements,
fears, or doubts.

Oh ego mind I have now awaken,
and you... You don't stand a chance.

FAITH is a seed
within all and when watered blossoms into
an amazing flower of opportunities.
Fear on the other hand is a flower not.
Just a wilting leaf destined for the garbage heap.

GRATITUDE is a seed
behind a song that echoes Hallelujah. Sing it loudly and it expands within to bring harmony.
Negativity the contrary brings lack.

LOVE is a seed
in everyones heart. Nurture it, water it with sun of thoughts and a beautiful candle emerges. One that can never go out.
Hate on the other hand is a dark tunnel that blocks freedom.

Choose Faith Love and gratitude.
Than a mountain in life one can move.

On each day of Hanukkah
as candles burned bright an angel came to me.
The angel echoed for eight days and I listened.
as it said...

BE the sacred gift you are.
STAY in your power inside self love.
REACH out with aid to help others.
WHISPER inside forgiveness.
HOLD compassion in your heart.
RUN inside your dreams.
CHOOSE to only harbor love.
REMEMBER who you are - divine.