All

Wholeness comes in parts
and I want them all —

the deep depths
of the underground
the silver lining
of the upper world
the joys and sorrows
sun rises and sets
heights and plateaus
loves and loss.

For this is life
and I want to go
into my final days
having known
them all.

Soul Guide

My eyes

clouded by what they see

call me to look deeper.

My mind

closed by what it knows

asks me to feel my way

into the sanctity of life.

Wisdom comes in symbols

from sources
beyond what I can reason.

The unreasonable becomes my truth.

The journey becomes my guide.

This Ephemeral Life

Seasons pass
in the flow of changing.
Days drift
that cannot be contained
or held down
like music floating in the wind.

This ephemeral life
that we want to understand
want to catch like butterflies
tame like lambs
love like it will love us back the same.
But the horizon
can never be reached
no matter how far we travel.

Here we are
dropped in the middle of the mystery
and there are things
we simply will never know.

Greeting The Day

Let me touch
what I have never touched
Sing songs I've never heard
Dance with moves I've never felt
And awaken this body
to new exaltations.

Life comes and goes
so quickly —
The grass once green
now brown
The figs full again
eaten
Children grow
and have their own.

I, too,
feel my body's life force slow
But I won't let her fall
into the dark abyss
I will stretch her again this morning
Touch what I have never touched
And sing the songs I've never heard.

Songbird

Look, look

what have I been given?

Between the grasses

and the bird's song
the roses in bloom

and the butterflies

Between the morning star

and the rings of Saturn --

Look, look

I have another day

to live!

Evening

Feel
with evening
as the moon
enters my veins.

The awe at first sight
from sliver to full —
the stars
hidden earlier by the sun
now shine against the blackened sky.

Every night, this show
Every chance I take
to feel with evening
Every falling star
my own.

Vision

In the light of death
the world sharpened.
Colors became
more pronounced.
The curve of that tree —
I hadn't seen it before.
The rapture of life
opened before my eyes
and my heart expanded
beyond its mortal horizons.

In the light of death
I could see
through your surface
and mine.

In the light of death
life exposed herself
and that memory
takes me deeper
than any days' walk
with a cloud
hanging over my head.

Saying Goodbye

It took our whole lives
to see each other.
To see beyond the stuff
that fathers and daughters hold.

For a second
I saw you.

I saw you
as you always wanted
to be seen.
And in that moment
love flowed between us
like never before.

It was more than knowing
it was goodbye.
It was, in fact, hello.
And though it seemed
late in our lives
it was perfect —
because
I saw you.

I saw you with my soul.
And though words
cannot express that feeling

I know you took it with you
as much as I know anything.

The Sacred Life

There comes a time
when you want to run.
Run as far away as you can.

Run from your life.
Run from the task
that is so large
it cannot be done.

But your feet don't move.

And slowly
life opens up
and help appears.
Not in the form you expect
but in secrets
and winding roads
and gateways into
the world you long for
but don't know how to reach.

And the task
doesn't get easier
but life gets more beautiful
with a richness you couldn't imagine
and a warmth you had never felt

as you directly face
the immensity
of what you are
called to do.

Opening

Longings leave

as my heart opens
slowly abandoning
old ways
bringing me into
a satisfied now.

Life holds a fullness.
The kind needed
to let soul flow
unhampered
wiser
freer.

My lines follow
as I dance
with ink on paper
and know
this is the beginning
I have been
working towards.