I am but a wondering soul. home less, but for that which is love is worthy is secure is whole. Religion escaped me, and Spirit whispered my allegiance to wildly go into darkness, into the mystic. All the while creations of Creator surrounded from dawn to sun set to...read more
these hollywood hills.
a reprieve set in a sprawling empire,
named for angels and a metropolis of dreams.
In a far, far away distance
an Ancient Tree,
awaits a long anticipated
and long overdo visit.
“We have drifted too far from our Creator,”
In my youthful robe,
I wandered about for years.
Somewhere in this forest
A droplet of water lies somewhere beneath and above where I once stood.
Sprung from an abyss, a vortex, a poorly disguised portal to the World Maker’s workshop,
the droplet now becomes a mountain spring.
Are you lost? asks Great Spirit.
You say that you love me, but somehow your days and dream filled nights are overwhelmed with well meaning adventures down all tool worn paths to some where.read more
The Birthday Party
It’s saturday afternoon. Forecasts of rain don’t deter the gathering of family, friends and 1st grade class mates, for one seven year old’s party day.
Bright colored balloons, barbecue smoke, fresh air, smiling happiness ablaze.
Children, parents, grand parents, party favors, cup cakes and food.
At LAST, Spanky arrives. Deja vu all over again.read more
Standing before me,
a brick and concrete wall.
I asked my teacher a question.
there was no answer.
I sat and waited.
a pin hole of light shined brilliantly in a vast ocean of darkness.
from where did this come?read more
a Praying Mantis steadfastly adheres to the patio screen door.
stubbornly faithful to it’s position at eye level,
I help this one find it’s way to the out doors.
“Door!” says the master.
slowly awakening from a blissful state of being, the student, the door man, reactively reaches,
as if to complete the seemingly simple assignment with a passing grade.
touching about in the darkness of timelessness, the door is illusive.read more
In their youthful growing up days,
they went unnoticed by most passers by.
A friendly and rightful place for those
unaccustomed to out-of-moment experience.
Snow in the forecast.
wood pile sits,
waiting to do what matters.
Sand Cranes share their ancient voices on high today.
Canada Geese, circling, in great numbers, harmonize.
Light heartedness transforms a sun bright day.
Northern homelands anxiously await home comings.read more
Whispers of Creation found.
narrow to the center of our being.
wave upon wave
year upon year
generation upon generation
seasons upon seasons
eons upon eons
Lily, a salmon, gracefully swims for the first time.read more
the Source, of all.