Journeying

In this vast world
of entrances and exits
we exist in limbo.

The journey carries us
over rugged mountains
swift rivers
choppy seas.

The life boat remains afloat
the blessings are there.

Visions get crushed
dreams get saturated,
coddled.
Some lead in false directions.

Yet, we carry on knowing
we cannot walk away
from our shadow.
Darkness does not dim it
nor can light fade it away

but hidden in the gray zone
wanting to be seen
waiting to be discovered
is the guide to help us find
our true way home.

Inside You

Conceived from love
I had nothing to do
but grow.

Inside your womb
you kept me warm
and comfortable
feeding me, filling me
with your essence.

You sat touching your belly
I felt your singing
his, too, as he
reached out to be with me.

And when I kicked
everyone wanted to
feel me move!
Such passion surrounding
my being there.

All this wonder
All this joy
How is it
that I could forget?

Two Worlds

Walking the mystical path
with practical feet
I delve in and record
swooping into depths
I cannot reach alone.

Led to the underworld
with pomegranate seeds
in my hand,
the promise of spring
pulls me back up
toward the sun.

Here I soak in the light
and deliver what my heart knows
No longer bound
to the fire and fury
of getting it right
I cradle what comes forth
and unleash it to the world.

Beckoned by the
call of the wild
this new territory
is fresh and free
radiant and humbling
soothing and sacred
as I tread lightly
to not disturb
new growth.

A Break from the Rain

Like the shedding of snake skin
my ego peels away
making room for my soul
to blossom.

This gentle unfolding
creates a base to live by.
Connected to the whole
I feel rooted, yet free —
realness expressing itself.

My soul searches
for other exposed souls
as naturally as my ego
can pinpoint other egos at work.

Ground water turns into mist
as the sun breaks through
the clouds this morning.

Trust

You birthed me into being
like you birthed everything else.
Oh, wild, miraculous thing.

You open your arms
to greet me
share me with all the rest.

You show me that
flowers bloom every spring
the sun rises every dawn
and darkness comes every night

as if building a trust
that takes lifetimes to see
or a second to know

yet dissolves in our minds
as soon as we can't prove you exist
or that you'll still be there
when we die.

Rooted

Beneath the horizon
a low-lying vision
stretches before me.
This is where I live.

Here I am connected
rooted in the lost arts
rooted in the mystery
that lies
just below view.

Wisdom soaks in
like a blanket
in the rain
releasing mist
when the sun
bares all.

Roots find their way down
as buds their the sky.
Every blossom
is my blossom.

Come dawn
I will rise again
and not feel
so alone.

The Wellspring

Are someone else's hands
craftier than mine?
Is someone else's line
my line?
Another's circle
my emblem of eternity?

Is it their color
I want to match,
their vigor and poise?

Dangling in front of me
is my own conversation
My own high wire
to jump.

Here is my own fate to follow
My own soul to guide me
to the edge of the wellspring
where newness
beckons me to enter
and indulge in the great offerings
of life mixed with
age, masters and musings

and trust that the path
is already there
and all I have to do
is meet it halfway.

Flowering

Infused, I am,
with the spirit of life
coming through me
to be me.

Together we vibrate
at the threshold.
Resisting no more
freedom comes from
living at this peak.

Like flowering trees
in their ecstasy
showing all
I learn from the
innocence of clarity
developing my awareness
to include me
as I am one with nature
and a pure act of beauty
too.

Yes

 

Embedded in the mystery
is the one thing
I cannot unravel
dissect or tear apart —
it is my soul
saying 'Yes'

Through the chaos
contortions
digressions
my soul speaks to me
and I have followed it
not always knowing why.

To this day, 'Yes'
has obliged me to stay
and devour the doubt
the scrooge
the unknowing one
the one not wanting
to look so deeply
the one not wanting
to open up and share.

My soul knows
to repeat this to me
time and again
till I fully embrace
and trust it —
to follow 'Yes'

and here I am.

Launched

Burning fire —
I step into you
boldly unknowing
where you will lead.

Though you try
to humble, confuse and
mock me
I walk your coals.

Who am I, you say,
to know my soul
to show my trivial self
to think others care?

Like those who have
forsaken you before,
I take a step
into the madness
into the dream
into the blunder.

Your rising flames
surround and scorch me
even torment me
but leave no exit
anymore.