Drifts of Sand

It is not meant to be understood —

the twists of fate.

It takes us in

and around and through

the portals of our creation,

but doesn’t stop there.

Oh, if it would just

rest on a happy day,

or the view of the sunset

warm, rich, alive.

If it would keep the child here longer

or keep this moment forever in us.

If we could hold fast this love

tie a knot on it

perhaps the pain

could be in our bearing.

But time moves on.

We are sand

sifting through life in one direction

absorbing what we can

going out the door alone.

Leaving our loved ones

with the hope

that we are still here

and perhaps we are.

Spirit Rises

Something passes
and we are touched.
Yet spirit moves forward.
Matter falls.

Spirit is from the start.
We are born and we die
and die and die.
We watch as rains fall
and we feel
the cracking of the earth
the cracking of our hearts.
Yet spirit
never ceases to rise.
And in our surrender
she takes us into her arms
and carries us with her.

And leaves still fall
and trees are bare
and time
will let them bloom again
as spirit rises
and matter falls.

Great Moments

Great moments
dwell in the grasses
and the trees
In the fluttering light
that surrounds us.

They live in the stories
that are shared
from one person to another
In the deep songs of the soul.

They open the door to love
Propel us from here to there
Make our cells feel alive.

Great moments
tap as gently
as the beating of your heart
They come and go
like whispers in the wind.

The Edge of Chaos

At the edge of chaos

spirit moves
in a different dance.

Away from the storm

waves subside

as motion slows.

A delicate beauty

rises from the mist
which swirls

in the forgotten movement

left alone to be discovered.