Meandering
In my mind
Wondering
What thoughts
To keep
And which
To ignore
Thoughts
Ruminating
About thoughts
And then
Putting them
To bed

A time and space where the angels dwell
And guide us into a place of non-attainment
We look at the stars, and count their beauty
In their light
And, we wonder how we ever allowed their beauty
To reach beyond our touch

And, isn’t love like those stars that we cannot reach?
We try so hard to understand with our minds and bodies
Truly forgetting that we are created in love, exist in love, and are
Total love

We focus on attachment to body and mind
And forget the soul of antiquity
That houses the God
Of our creation

Love is but a bubble of existence
That reaches out to hold and protect us
As in the Mother’s womb
Where we can truly be
Who we are meant to

Love is that catch phrase
That tells us that we are someone
And belong
To another being of existence
If not..to ourselves

The truth is..that we are not
If we have not another
And we can search outside from here to eternity
And only find that true love
Within ourselves

Love…magic…wholeness of existence
Within and without
From beginning to end
And we are
One.

Is the silence of knowing
That we are not alone
In this desolation
Of unconsciousness

A waving motion
Of understanding
That in our alone-ness
We still belong
To the many that walked
Before us

It is a remembering
That hand in hand is needed
In order to complete
Our life’s work
And that
We were never intended to walk
Totally alone

Oh, great creator of life
Forever guide us forward
Bringing together that which was
With that which is to be
And remind us again and again
To check into our hearts
In order to know
That all is, as it is meant to be
In gratitude.

What is death
But a time for repose
An in between moment
In our journey of life
Taking us by the hand
Leading us to our future
Our destiny of sorts
If we can just let go
Of our attachments
Our need to own
To have power
To be human
Death takes us through a doorway
Where thoughts become more potent
And bodies not as important
Emotions are thwarted for deeds
And discernment
Slowly
We become
More
And our bodies
Turn to ash
And we
Blow
On
The
Wind

The world is an empty void
Of meaningless objects
And paraphernalia that
Have no substance
Those in power
Try to get us interested
In gobbledy ****
Meaningless jargon
And things
That are dangerous to our health
They make us believe
That they care
About our health
And about our families
And about the world
And all they care about
Is power
And *******
And the extinction
Of
Love

My eyes are getting heavy
Perhaps I should go to sleep
The baby is already down
And hasn’t made a peep

I walk towards my comfy bed
Hoping for dream land soon
The sun has set, it’s getting dark
And soon I’ll see the moon

I’ve put away the toys and clothes
I’ve tried to make things neat
There’s nothing left upon the floor
And nothing on the seat

Another day has come and gone
With so much to get done
And now I lay me down to sleep
Until the rising sun

I had a friend
That was dear to me
And I lost her
And miss her
Friendship

I had a friend
And she helped me
And guided me
And showed me love
And I lost her

I had a friend
And I looked for her
Over hill and dale
And back again
And I lost her

And then
In a corner of the world
Where they write poetry
I found her again
And
I send her Love

I don’t know how it happened
And suddenly
Candy Crush became the love of my life
And it seems like no matter what I do
I am called back again and again
To play this childish game
That has me hooked
I try to do other things
I’ve even turned off the sound
So I can break the hook that binds me
And still,
I am unable
To stop playing

I awoke this morning with a thought of Spring
How, just like the crocuses push through the snow
And show their tiny heads before opening
So we are like that Spring
Opening when our time is ready
Taking our time rising
From the unconscious to the conscious
Knowing of who we are
And how we will project ourselves
Into the newness of our world

How kindly we are
To allow the process
Neither rushing nor holding back
On our evolution
Into newness

Spring, the harbinger of
Our truth
Our selves