Forget all your sorrows,
Forget all your fears;
Cast of the reflections
Others have placed on you
All through the years.
Surrender to the moments,
Surrender to your calling;
Rise up and stand firm,
As a new day is dawning.
Witness the natural,
Witness the simplicity;
Take notice of the cycle of life
In all its enormity.
Remember to breathe,
Remember to always listen;
Lift up your voice of purpose
Unless it go missing.
June 1, 2016
What are the moments
That make you happy?
Turn the circle around.
No amount of money
Can lift you up
Or put you down.
There is a line
That God
Wants you to cross;
Lift up your head,
Put on a smile
And KNOW
That He is in charge.
Nothing can happen
To you who believe
And have Faith.
No amount of worrying
Will change your fate.
You're doing the bidding
Of the One up on high
And with this love,
You never must die.
Remember in your heart
You will be provided for;
Never minding those
Who come banging
On your door.
Their motivations are not pure,
You can tell and
See through them.
Be on watch,
For God will make
All things clear.
May 22, 2016
Pull the thread
That holds it all together;
Tug at the loose ends
Until it's all tattered.
Unravel it all out,
Until there's nothing
left of you,
But to be able to submit
To the higher calling
Upon your heart.
Strands of energy,
Feeding through the construct
Of the world,
With connection anew,
Through the needle pull;
Eyes feeding upon
The nothingness
That is really the essence
Of the base,
The fabric,
Of all that is and was.
May 19, 2016
What will you do
With your moments?
Shall not one be in vain,
Lest you do nothing
At all --
Be aware of the energy
Around you and within.
There are no wrong steps,
Only moments that lead
To the full purpose
Of your higher calling.
Let go and see
Where the net appears,
But make the decision
To be present in the moments.
Breathe.
All is well.
Do what needs to be done
To make your heart sing.
February 2015
Forge on,
One foot following
The path so many
Before have trod,
Softly, not nearly
As head strong
And willing
To make a mark
Upon the canvas,
But, onward
The pulse within
This flesh
Does pound.
"Go on, go on, go on,"
All will be well,
Until it is not...
And at that point
Your ashes will
Already have been strewn
And spirit will encircle
Another to take your place
In this history of change.
Until that time,
"Go on, go on, go on, "
For today you strive
For change.
Your intentions are out there,
Swirling around like seeds,
leading the wild heart's desires,
Through the winds of change,
Depositing those notions
Upon a sleeping landscape,
Everything dead...
The rains come and nourish,
Possibilities emerge in time
Giving way for new dreams to become.
No poem can immortalize
The spark of one hand
Gently moving its way,
Exploring the curvature of another,
Alien to itself--
The energy that pulses through,
From one to the other,
As, taboo if anyone knew--
Keep it quiet, lock it up
In your mind, for they
Will look at you unkind.
But, we understand,
You and I,
For it is the passion
We've been searching
For, far and neigh.
With a whisprer,
And barely a word,
Our bodies spoke,
Eyes communicating the want
And need
of something so near --
Without regrets,
He brought us together
And made us sing.
The skies seem clearer,
The night a delight,
The creative gates flowing,
Now that you are in sight.
Be my muse
And I'll be yours
Until the stars
Tell us we can go on
No more...
Your vision is mine
And I can see it,
Or dreams can be real soon,
I can just feel it.
Fantasies are merely thought
Until placed into action
And I would rather participate
In those that give this sort
Of satisfaction.
I'll be here to help
Fulfill each touch,
Wish and desire,
Until a stop must be
Put upon it,
And also the fire.
