Father Time

As the evening turns to a whisper, the sky changes to the color of wine  
and while the trees with their over-shadowed limbs hover by the path,  
saving stars of heaven shine down,  
as brilliant as the eyes of Father Time.  
When the night delivers her last soprano key and her song is
heard forever in the halls of nature's memory,  
every brook and every creature in the forest slows its pace.  
While the moon reflects the sun and mirrors its own light,
the small hands of time move forwards, ever so slowly.  
The sky evolving into an orchestra of music,  
shows us an endless parade of sailboats passing by,
they glide then disappear, far into the night
leading us ever closer to the blessed light.

When people talk about traveling to the past they worry about radically
changing the present by doing something small.  But rarely do they think about doing something small, to radically change the future.


Baby steps are important because they are much more achievable
then giant mountains or far away stars that cannot be touched
Short term goals are comforting to an individual
when the long term goal is still in progress, but out of reach
A sprint runner at a short distance race
has more powerful glutes, calves and quads to propel them forward
and gives them more time to build stamina, before the big marathon
Leave a tempting trail, activate cruise control, hold a hand
Wear comfy shoes and just start walking
When people think about the future, they think its already set
but it can be interchangeable, with one single step ahead.
Be progressive and advance onwards one baby step at a time
sooner than later your future will align,  
and you will get there when, its your time to shine.

When it comes to all my sorrows
what do I do with them
Do I place them in a paper cup
and pour them down the sink
Do I take a mallet to them
and pound them soft as mink
When it comes to all my tears
where do I bring them?
Do I bring them to the sea
to merge with salty smears
Do I offer up my wailings
to the God above?
When it comes to all my sadness
what can take them all away?
Do I grin and bear it with a grin    
then walk away on feet of clay  
or do I pray for better days,  
hoping that ,He'll lead the way.

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There lives a touch of the Divine inside my soul tonight
and as I surrender to its peaceful ways  I begin to awaken gently  
I am a wayward soul in need of Godlike essence,
a Seraphic beauty that unties with every silent prayer.  
My heart allows the inner flow of the Divine to intervene,  
as scented thoughts penetrate and perfuse, I meet my Divine
muse;
In this quiet paradise for one I am connected to all beings
and all beings are connected to me, through love.
Tonight the incense shall burn inside this ancient kiln
"Yarim Tepe"... softening the edges of my emotions,  
like a Divine emollient, and turning me to softer shadows;
The sound of inner peace shawling, I breathe  
and as the soul meets the night, my dreams take flight
In this Divine journey of discovery, I am content
to co-exist, aside its beautiful liquid golden light.

Gentle as you are, you come uninvited but oh so quietly
as your floral scents permeate you arrive bipinnately
Invigorating every tree and garden full of parsley
with evening's refresh breezing in succinctly
With futuristic birth that winter could not borrow    
you draw us in then gift us with tomorrow  
Sprigs of blooming life grow inside your yarrows
insuring us with every shade of rainbow    
Calendar favored you are the in between season
ear marked for a very good reason
renewed and refreshed you are a beacon
without treason
Gentle as you are Spring, you arrive just in time    
like a rose, getting ready to consign.