Traveling

My deep, down heart
Is looking up today, instead;
The color of its energy
Has changed to yellow from 'stop' red,
And now the warning issued me?
To hear its beating breath,
Moving at the speed of life
Defined by what it says :)

My true, blue heart
Is waiting for the green light's 'go',
Taking care to be aware
Of what it does and doesn't know
About the art of traveling
Around and into other souls
Who see the heart's direction
As the truth that leads us home.

Ethereal

I dream of beauty
As if it were not the wind
Stirring the shadows
Nor the blossom bright,
Inviting the eye's admiration,
Neither the gentle waters
Reminding the pebbled shore
Of rhythm in motion.

I dream of beauty
As if it were not forgotten,
Unencumbered souls
In union unguarded,
Ethereal light caressing
The  spirit's surface,
Awaking the conscience external
To origins pure.