Finding Me

I looked outside to find myself...

Am I strong like the trees,
Able to bend with the wind
Yet without breaking down,
Firmly rooted in solid ground,
And changing with the seasons of time?

Am I wide like the sky,
Providing a covering
Yet taken for granted,
Protecting life from what's outside
The planet of my existence?

Am I exquisite like blooms,
Opening gradually
To reveal warm colors,
Smiling in thanks for the sunshine
And dying that I might live again?

Or am I calm like the waves,
Ebbing and flowing in sync
With the pull of nature,
Constant in mild variation,
Responding to pressure from the deep?

I looked outside to find myself...

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.

Unstoppable

Over time, like mountains high,
Changes come
Within the climb
Towards the sun,
As seeking light, we grow.

Over time, that vast expanse,
We come to know,
Unmoved by chance,
The purpose shown,
A love that’s far beyond.

Over time, a river’s flow,
The truth returns
As we let go
To drift along
The winding path, but wiser.

Over time, unstoppable,
To feel and be alive,
We move and breathe,
In spirals wide,
Never to reach the end.

ALL AT ONCE

All at once
The pressure shatters
The fragile glass
Hardened by heat
And time contained
In rigid framework
Unexpanding,
Forced to remain still
And keep out storms,
Letting nothing in,
A barred window
Seeking to reflect
The light external
And hide the darkness
Behind and inside.

All at once
The broken pieces
Collect and cut,
Many seasons
Of inclement weather
Resisted, yet felt,
Now become endless,
Penetrating rain
That washes out
The pane’s façade
‘Til, flooded and heavy,
It knows no support
And thus collapses,
Unable to serve
Its purpose clear.

IN THIS MOMENT

In this moment
You are all there is...
Expressed as awareness
Of life In color
And natural motion,
Surrounding and bursting forth
In celebration of being,
Implications aside
And fear unfactored
Into this equation
That has its solution
In the purest energy;
White light blinding
In transcendence of darkness
And unhindered creativity -
God and Love as One.

Unsolved...

The kitchen floor
Is cold, hard,
And soon to be wet
As it all comes back
And surrounds
With clear evidence
The grieving soul -
On the walls,
In the very air,
Stalking me
Like a ghost
In search of rest
I cannot give.

The unmade bed
Is empty now,
And lied in enough,
But there is no sleep
For the weary heart
As the mind tosses -
Back and forth,
Swirling in circles
Decisions and reasons
To question again...
Like equations
Without solution
They don't sit well.

The quiet of night
Is no relief
For deafened ears
Tired of the tirade...
Should not, must,
And way back when
Compete for attention
Like noisy children,
Drowning out peace
As need for comfort
Grows in the life
Turned Upside-down,
Trying to be true.

PARTING

I’m the loser
Of this game…
Nevermore to win again,
For I’ll be haunted
By this loss
At every step,
Each path I cross.

Forever gone,
What could have been,
And now left in its place…
An empty house,
A sad refrain,
And memories
So soon to fade. 

Defeated, I
Will step aside
And on the sidelines wait,
Watching those who
Know the rules
Enjoy a better fate…
Than parting ways.

 

How Strange the Season

How strange the season
Neither warm nor cold,
Minus the hope of planting
And absent the joy of harvest,
Empty in its striving,
Constant motion lacking direction
As the winds of change whisper
In a language unknown,
Hinting at better weather
While disturbing stillness,
Working to lift and carry
The weightless worries of surface thoughts
Like paper clouds seeking dispersal.

Neither the sun nor the moon
Understand this spell,
Their orbits, predictable,
Comfort the blackness of space
That chills and surrounds,
Celestial forces pulling others closer
With attraction sustained,
Never without like kind,
Always grand in scale and beauty,
Unquestioned in purpose,
Unbroken in function,
Neither alive nor lifeless
Like puppets in the hands of God.

Odd, the compulsion
To feel our existence,
Eyes searching for color
Find the black and white of reason
As arms reach out for union
Not to be gained at length,
And words convey only knowledge
To ears in tune with wonder,
Aching to hear the song of hearts
Ablaze amidst the gray ashes
Of a garden devastated by death,
Keen for the promise of its green,
Inviting hope like birth and laughter.

The Heroine

The heroine in this story
Isn't much of one, you see,
For never did she save a life,
Or keep rich company,
No servants did attend her bed
Or princes bend their knee
To she who quietly made her way
To where her heart was free.

Our heroine never killed a foe
Nor rescued one in need,
Her shoes were never made of glass
Nor were her gardens green,
She never cast a spell of love
Or rode a handsome steed,
But spent the years in waiting
For her heart to be set free.

And though her tale is told to none,
Her deeds pass by, unseen,
No one writes about her world
Nor wonders where she's been,
And never will her face appear
Upon a movie screen,
No less important is her heart,
A star that now shines free.