NIGHT

God, be with me in this long night
Assure that tiny flickering flame
Buried deep within my  chest
Be not snuffed out by
These merciless winds of change.

Be with me as I plummit through surrender.
This inifinitely vast void.
Shepherd me to holy mystery

Take my hand through death
Lead me past it’s rot
Let me not linger in it’s seduction
but be my courage towards a dawning.

 

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A Song to Sing the World

A SONG TO SING THE WORLD

I reached for a song to sing the world,

what I found were the stars

counting themselves across the sky,

and a half full moon dancing her way to the sun.

Thirsty roots drinking below my feet

falling up to branches stretching for

the space where heaven and earth meet.

A union whispering;

belief and mystery

a compass for destiny.

 

The rhythm of remembering

where past and present forget their names

and infinity cares enough to come back and count the seconds;

keepers of the secrets to

perception’s artistry.

 

I reached where silence speaks

Loudly on his throne.

Lecturing on

the generosity of shadows,  

the courtesy of seasons,

and the intellect of dawn.

 

Here I reached a little more,

to where the soul turns

and the dream has proof

It has awakened,

and found at last

No song that I alone, can sing.

 

I Will

I will…
Create, as it is the only thing which proves my existence.

I will…
Enjoy the dream I find myself awake within.

I will…
Honor my body,mind,spirit and my heart.

I will…
Embody all-encompassing Love.

I will…
Transform this universe, this galaxy, this planet, this earth, this spirit, this heart, this mind and this body.

I will…
Focus on my immortality.

Cleansed

I stopped to check my breathing
while my soul wandered else where.
Pulling up memories
rooted in graves
long unkempt.
I am grateful
to allow resistance to fall away.
Letting emotions roll through
as the tides pulled by the moon.
What haunts the body and spoils the mind
drowning in a journey
that most have left unsaid.
I am still- as my heart races.
Fluttering as the fractals,
the visitors that come to assist
the cleansing of the essence
of all I have lived.

Awakening to the Dream

Awakening to the dream
Any Dream
To which you Will.
Never been more grateful to be alive.
Funny, what happens when shapes collide.

Surreal?
Indeed
this lucid dream.
Potential exists
for full capacity
to expand my life
expand my heart
to encompass
this love I have found.
Keep me centered-
my feet on the ground.