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.

 

Yes

Yes, all is holy.
Yes, all is sacred.

The folds of the inner workings.
The great mysteries that perpetuate the mechanics of the heart and creation.

This is what this is for.
The fires that burn deep and pure.
The wisdom and discipline that pulls up the sun in all it’s specialness and oneness.

The surrender into the cosmic, unidentifiable soup that is to be a human-
capable of so many things.

And the capacity of the mind-the matrix we build with thoughts; our etheric hands.
And yet, each day we wipe our brows to begin fresh work.
An entirely new set of circumstances.

And there are babies still hungry,women still raped. Screams that echoe and the mind at once says how could it ever be enough.

And the heart says be all that you are and you will anchor the same.
Words, so powerful;
prayers that source from the heart.

Yes, make them louder. Yes, go boldly. Yes, travel to the source of all that is.
That great space of empty fullness that reaches beyond the confines, between molecules seen and unseen.

Crescendo

Whether by goodwill or good fortune
Know the stars you paint are never numbered.
And when you pause, if only for a moment
may it not be to count.
But rather to harvest their sweetness
by no tiresome eye
that has stared at so many heavens.

In every great unveiling there travels many prayers,
that dance in their rhythms-
fast or slow…
This world’s immortal crescendo.

Weavers of the New

I promise to listen attentively,
to the subtleties.
The soft nudgings from knowing.
The gentle pulses of what is becoming.
Echoes of the past- unwinding.
To pause to feel
the turning of the wheels
and the heat of fires.
So much work is done by their light.
I promise to see Eternal wisdom
passed to capable hands.
Responsible hearts.
To look upon the miracles…
The unraveling of the threads,
that make room for weavers of the New.

Steady Walkin

Rather unflappable
More than unshakeable
Speak to the easy in me
Down this one way street
And talk with the pebbles
On a cobblestone path
Count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
I smile at the lamppost
Filling the ditches
With a soft glowing light
The wind is harsh
It moves the night

Greatful for the momentum
As she carries
Leaves
She winds her way
Through me
Inside me
Pushing me to somewhere
On this road to no where
It’s a lonely walk
No one to talk
To aside from the man on the corner
With a sign
That beckons abundance
But his feet take him no where
His voice, silent
Such sad eyes
And I wonder if he
Converses with the
Cobblestones
Or the lamplight
Filtering through
The trenches

He glances in my direction
and I catch the corner of his sad eye
He compliments my beauty
and I wonder is it just alchemy?
An exchange given meaning only by the tone
A dollar here, a dollar there
to get to where?
I only have a 20
and I walk by with a sigh.
Is it right?
Is it wrong?
To deny..

I walk on
Cocooned in my mind
alone with my thoughts
count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
My gaze returns to my footsteps
continuing this journey
to the somewhere
that is nowehere
maybe eternity.
maybe infinity
Or maybe just to BE
ME

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.