Friday, April 1, 2011



Nature’s rich grass shirt
Sun shine through its open weave
Stirs my waking soul




Wanting-for-nothing
Resting by a flowing stream
Hum the river's song




Longing to be full
Vessel gifting everything
Making room for more




What is left behind
When our vessel decants life
And we're carried on





Dry Brown with crisp sound
Bracken in the winter wind
Saving space for more




Your dreams can hold you
As stars are always shining
Even in full sun




Midnight’s darkened sky
Listens for the wind to blow
Louder than my breath




Standing still in time
Filtered from the winter sky
Broken through spring ground




Written in water
Settled from a winter sky
Flowers break spring ground




Rain dimpled water
Droplets bubble under trees
Dreaming of a lake




Soft raindrops falling
Give themselves entirely
To the summer sky




Feeling the tide's pull
Draw us in and push us on
Through life's mystery




Footsteps leading through
The landscape of my life
Precious as my breath




Walking in nature
Silent through a forest grove
Toward the other side





Unexplainable
A light that shows the way home
Followed by my heart




Distilled from these tears
Love plays its pure melody
Through a joyous heart




Only a true heart
In the dark night of a soul
Will guide us toward home




Bursting into sky
With freedom and awareness
Life's candle burns bright




Bright blue dragonfly
Restful as a match unlit
Dancing on life's flame




Grass seeds on tall stalks
Woven through the Nootka Rose
Pink with fragrant blooms




Sparks of sunlight flash
Riding backs of ocean waves
Laugh to sand's delight




A flower of love
Is subtle and deep seeded
Washed in warm colors




The flowers of fear
Shadow bright sun and dark rain
From our true feelings




Delicate lotus
Floating lightly on the lake
Softly holds our breath




My heart has written
The song of its love for you
In music I play




Listening to you
Breathing with the world today
Brings me joyful tears




Love has found me here
Playing on the magic strings
Of my own guitar




Opening the door
Life’s wry tingled feelings
Lead us all toward home




Mottled yellow leaf
Clinging to your tree so bare
Why do you hold on?




Waves wash through the sand
A gentle rhythm draws us
Deep through shadowed woods




Water finds the sand
It left high up on the beach
Spring tide long ago




Listening to the waves
I could hear the shadowed place
That we all came from




Waiting for the frost
To etch a crystal question
On my open mind




The snow crust is broken
The moon haze plays on my cheeks
I warm from inside




Her eyes stir feelings
Looking at her distant world
Yes, I can feel it