A spark in a heart,
Total creation in the moment,
At ease in the space,
Fading away, open, innocence.

A dance of energy from within,
Which chases illusion,
Now ceases,
And stops chasing itself.

A creator steps forwards,
Known to self but no other,
Not yet seen by a world,
Who’s eyes are looking outwards.

Everything shines,
in the total presence,
of itself,
Forever.

A flash of insight,
A smile from no-one,
A joy for no-thing,
A love for one.

Once a thought,
Through which was seen,
A dance of life,
Clear, crisp and clean.

Shape and movement,
Colour and light,
Stillness breathing, heart beating,
Endless love and a shining light.

Only to be human,
But still to know your worth,
Let go then you may know,
The song to which you stir.

Graciously humble,
Honored to know,
The love is the stillness,
The tear is the show.

The play of thought,
In an open mind,
Is a babbling brook,
In an endless sky.

An essence to be lost,
Only to be found,
Hidden in the depths,
Of a person Earth bound.

Coming together,
Pushing away,
Infinite laughter,
At the game as it's played.

It starts as one,
But soon it's two,
Only to be realized,
The end is not true.

We wait for a moment,
In the truth that we are,
No shadows on the ground,
And a mind full of stars.

The call is heard,
A world stirs,
Waking from its slumber,
To which was written,
A child of the Earth,
Brought from the light.

The energy rising,
To a place beyond the senses,
A place for the sacred,
A reprieve from the rest.

Knowing is known,
Felt from a place a peace,
To which we all go,
And to which we're all free.

Many become one,
In the light of day,
To forge in stone,
What was written,
From a heart once lost,
To a soul now found.

Walking in the darkness,
Until realizing your the light,
Hiding in the shadows,
The play can be a fright.

Limitless apart from I,
Where we become so lost,
Chasing who we think we are,
Through a life  that has no cost.

Play a different tune today,
One to set us free,
We are all an instrument of the one,
This truth a child can see.

Only to reflect on self,
Will the knowing come to light,
Yesterday's a memory,
Tomorrow's out of sight.

The primary tool of function,
Makes us sick, unloved and shy,
It's all created in the mind, up there,
But a shadow trained over time.

Seeing past the illusion,
Knowing there's more there,
Balancing on a tipping point,
Which way, we only stare.

Gently moving with the flow,
No fight, no judge, no seams,
It's all about the ride right now,
How rich we all shall be.

A struggle in a bubble,
A contraction of oneself,
Hopelessly devoted,
To the confines of a shelf.

Longing for a answer,
To a question already known,
All the pieces are in play,
Balanced but not alone.

Fields full of flowers,
Opening to greet the sun,
Are we that different,
A child of light from just one.

Fighting what will be,
Fighting what we are,
I'm climbing off the shelf right now,
To become that shining star.

"Pop" goes the bubble.........