I found love
in the scenes of mountainous beauty
that cover below lids.

I found love
in songs of birds
that whisper through trees.

I found love
near the graceful ocean
that carries tumbling waves
and sea life divine.

I found love
Inside myself
and than....
a significant other came
with love to share.

Inside breath contours form my life forms.
Weaving its way through consciousness
It meanders in grace
until inside hues and shades I paint with brush-like pen.
Hence a poem is born,
as I’m carried by the magic of life
and my passions to write.


StarBG © 2017

I shall remember you
through your poetry,
grand artists of past.

For many a stanza
echoes even when your gone.

Oh blessed be I
for your everlasting gifts
etched in song.

For now your all
romping in fields of poetic verse
tweaking the universe with splendor.

Must be reason the stars shine so bright

God does magic
in the breeze,
by anointing all
with air of life.
When breath is taken,
alignment is made,
clarity is felt.
Divinity is self.
Oh how grand it is
to awaken and know
we are creator beings,
able to bring dreams into reality.
Able to leap into peace
with a single thought.
Look in the heart
Its the time. Its the gift.
Its YOU.
Celebrate,
Who You Are.

Wish I could freeze a drizzel
as raindrops connect to puddle.
Its little ripples disappear so fast.

Some never reaching the lake
as mouth is opensed
and tongue is perched.

breath is taken.
Molecules  infuse with smiles giving birth to
heart that plays a gentle melody.
Self integrates dark with light
Commitment to happy forms in mind.
And than, a wave of love
begins to peak  
bringing songs of delight to voice box
that echoes in moment.

A moment to shake the **** off
and align with peace.

Time is a tool to measure everything.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
It explodes inside lessons,
Slowing when challengers are faced.
Speeding up inside lust infused bedsheets.
Slowing again when illness strikes.
Speeding up when race is on and finish line is seen.

Time is a tool to measure everything.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
It echoes with different tunes.
Grandfather clock chimes in hallway of grand house.
Kitchen clock helps to make meals delectable.
Cell phone beep when mile walk is completed
and watches are barely worn anymore.

Time is a tool to measure everything.
but not off planet.
Its insignificant and superfluous.

Like Yogi’s meditation
my poem will echo.
Whispering cross ears
as readers hearts opens.

Breath deep my words of praise
I send to all
Let inhale roll out
to the out breath,
drifting in a field of verse.

Breathe with goal to relax
into state of self worth.
Merging in moment
to celebrate life.

Like a Yogi’s mediation,
my poem calls out.
Moving behind readers
who sit in my word arena.

A place of serenity
for all to gather
And refresh
their conscious minds.

I am a transcript of the Divine.
A mirror inside out I am a living example of divinity in motion.
Here as spirit to celebrate life.
Here to weave my truth so others gather to awaken.

I am a gift.
A  blessing and SO are you.

Many a year
Iv’e gone through
not knowing self

Feeling different
caught in a struggle.
But...

If you feel broken
move through your broken state
to know your divine self.

I have and feel contentment.

If you harbor
self judgment and fears
align with love.

I have and feel contentment.

If dreams seem far away
and hope has faded
find the positive to ignite them.

I have and feel contentment.

If you feel like you have
nothing worth to say
it is an untruth release it.

I have and a scribe I now be.

I release ink of heart
moving with
blood stream of pen.

It curves gracefully
round bend of moment,
with breath that anchors.

It captures pulsations
radiating words from
deep pond of mind.

Perhaps, I shall write
with visions of beauty.
Or against darken skies
covered with clouds that block sun.

Or maybe, I won't write at all...
Just feel the energies
to ponder life.

GOD’S
spark is within all,
as we are walking cathedrals.
Moving in holy place where soul dwells
and heart sings hymns of love.

GOD’S
dwelling is within,
as we carry alters of beauty.
Moving in holy home where wisdom echoes
and birthright of freedom radiates.

GOD’s
greatness inhabits all,
as we awaken to be love avatars.
Moving in holy form with gifts to touch others
and change the world

Listen, to the plants echo. They speak messing with the wind.
Pay attention with an open heart, and you will hear.

Listen to the mountains speak. They echo messing with the wind.
Pay attention with an open mind and you will hear.

Listen to the ocean waves echo. They speak messing with the wind.
Pay attention with an open heart and you will hear.

Listen to the moon speaks. It echoes messing with the wind.
Pay attention with an open mind and you will hear.

WE ARE ALL ONE.