And she stands upon the opening of her heart prepared to be embraced by it's tender song

And she is soothed by all it tells her, content in it's dreaming

Listening with cup overflowing

"Moon Wisdom"

It is like a cool wind felt for the very first time
whispering to me in the still night

Mysterious starlit night heavy with the
the wonder of time

A thousand dreams before me
merging in the feeling of this ONE moment

And I lay my eyes to discover the vastness
of it ALL

Contrasting memories of both dark and light
flickering like the stars above me

Dipping down to greet me, washing me in moonlight

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"The Passing of Time"

The silent passing of time....
Without you I AM ever present and clear

I have no need for your despair or pain
no, separation of will

For my mind exists in the eternal now -
one motion without end

Dancing in the melody of love's true song

And without words that carry you
my load has been lighter

And my heart speaks with eyes wide open.....

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"Life of a Poet"

Words they cleanse me
free me
to be....linen white
to see
with new sight

Words ignite me
I take a ride
and blast through the fires
deep inside

Only to be quiet....and drown
in the stillness all around
slowwwww, motion cause
and effect shards of glass all around

Reflecting sunlight through crisp morning air
stepping gently with spaces to spare

For the Words that cleanse me
free me
to be....linen white
to see
with new sight.....tonight

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"Duality"

If my lie is your truth and your truth my lie
then forever will we divide

For I stand clearly defined a vessel of the
the Ego's crime.

With sword drawn I call out your truth
with the subtle bladed lie

For whence you claimed was yours
might actually be mine

So gather up your fire and test my
inner spring

And I will be grateful for the rain that it brings.

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"My Dearest Divine"

I once held you high
and looked into your smile

Then you slipped through my fingers
like a crimson rain

And my feet became frozen in the still night
eight feet under the earth's tender pain

And I grew to love her with all her rivers of tears
I grew to love her joy's majesty and her towers of fears

And when I see a blue moon I remember your smile inside me
though not as bright

For my sweet earth has named me
and I am hers tonight.

But in the morning, my dearest divine, please wake me with your smile
and I'll share with you mine.

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"My Child"

He is my child,
a tender hearted soul

Wisdom in his smile
that came to me whole

I for a while watch the sunlight catch his stare -
moon eyes flitter without a care

with dancing dust fairies all around
suspended by his breath's royal crown

Suddenly they amass in a magical crescendo
flickering and twinkling with each little giggle

I am spellbound by the folly of this muse
my angelic sweetness that reminds me of my own truth

It is about moments as these
that I cherish the child that is too in me.

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"Mother Earth"

I open my eyes to see her
misty mountain crowned with twilight

And she sings to me a lullaby
Gently whispering twirling flight

My beautiful Mother warm with time
is dropping rainbows in my eyes!

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"Magic Lake"

Magic Lake.....fed by the spring of Creation
A looking glass for the soul's reflection
From which the image is cast

To the observer it is a paradox
for it only reflects what is seen

Asking the question "what would you like me to be?"

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"Lite Traveler"

It is the breath of dew
still night misty spray

That covers thee with crystalline sight

Take in this night
and let it be your stone

But let it not linger on or lay with it's bones

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"Stanley the Sand Man"

He thinks I do not see him through his posse of bold phonetic slurs coarsely reflected in the sprinkling of his verse.

Like a day with many seasons, he unfolds though not aware
the petals of forgiving with each thorny tear

And so he retreats to the sand with many days to seize and rests his fleet of bold phonetic tears by the sea

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"Hate"

It is a darker place
where hate lives

It has a need to feed itself
from the ego's lie

Like a virus that's unleashed
hidden in the mind
it leaves it's victims deaf and blind

It is a darker place
Where hate lives

No Light-ness there will it shine
No Love, no Peace will it ever see
And only chaos will it breed

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"Greatness"

I hold you in great esteem
no matter the mood

It is not important whether your words
slight daggers of painful knowns

Or if they swell up in tears of
laughter and joy

It is all the same beautiful day
lest light or dark, dawn or dusk

For in this ever present state,
one is drawn to truth

And oft the weary traveler,
the dedicated soldier of life,
will lay down his head and cry tears of contempt

Not to stir the darkness but to lay waste what he holds dear -
to tempt what he does not understand inside himself

It is then that he receives the greatest miracle of ALL
It is then that the silence becomes filled with what his soul understands

So that he may proceed into Greatness.

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"Girl In a Box"

Opening up the box
I see her lying there
Watermarked and faded

And I hesitate in the stillness
And the smells of yesterday

My heart drops like thunder
And my eyes feel the rain
Entering into this memory she left frozen in its pain

Am I ready to call her spirit forth
To walk that road of hollows?
Shall I wake her up again to walk in that sorrow?

In the stillness, she calls to me from dusty sheets of time
Each one filled with the rythmic dances of her mind

I follow her in blind twilight...into the seasons of her heart
Tripping on the stones I carry through this heavy night

And she hands to me a flickering light
With images tumbling in time

Each one takes me deeper
Into the recesses of her mind

And then I find myself within the spring of her creation
A solitary island of timeless inspiration

Fragrant with the joys of new
And love's first clear delight

Motionless within the freedom
Of her weightless mind

She stands with me in silence
And holds her hand in mine

Intertwining wonder
She weaves her dreams with mine

And in her reflection, my eyes feel love's spring
Dancing from the rhythm of her heart's paper wings

And I smile with her as we walk a bit further
dropping stones along the way
Wondering where she is taking me as I turn another page


.................to be continue

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"Awakening"

And it begins
The stillness unfolds

Like a fragile petal moist with time
All is unveiled

In one final moment, her heart wide-open
In one magnificent Chiaroscuro

A canvas of a thousand eyes
Against the noon's rising sun

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"The Angels Poem of Inspiration"

Should you hear my call, act upon it
and understand the reason it is with you.

For within your name is the seed of being,
the seed of all that is as ONE.

It floats and glides between and to each of God's creations.

There is a humming...a universal humming
that floats among the ethers,
that sweeps upon our hearts,
that grows and multiplies its vibration
throughout all of God's creation.

There is a LOVE that lives with all our hearts,
that breathes the breath of being,
that yearns the state of being one.

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"The New Earth"

A light flickered in the dark tonight
and the deepest sleep, lay restless

As the rumble of a shooting star
made known its celestial presence

And far within eternal springs
A dormant song is freed

And the stillness shifts and the fire bleeds
As the ego's face is lifted

It cries for the familiar lie once cradled in it's girth
A purgatory of a thousand lives still haunted with its curse

But now beneath a pale blue light, the gentleness is near
in harmonic tones of love's clear sight the shadows disappear

And in the burning embers of morning's first true light,
the soul is remembered in all its glorious flight

It IS without a reason,
a cause without a name,
a love without belonging,
to a life without shame

It IS another season, drawn up in God's pure breath
woven in new beginnings and love without end.

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"A Child's Smile"

Is but the child's smile that frees us of our chains
the innocent slumber of newness, a flower yet to be seen

But all the while growing it's beauty deep inside
With each clever magical wonder it climbs

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"Evolution of Truth"

Life bends to meet the light
while it's roots remain grounded by it's longing

It must weather the seasons of creation
while drawing wisdom from it's shadow

And thus the seed of it's beginning expands beyond the confines of any reason

It is a blended dance a symbiotic grace
within the paradigm of least resistance

And as the winter's bitter winds lay bare its
tender reed
It offers itself willingly to the genesis of it's creed

Preserving the bounty of its truth within the new spring's seed.

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"Free"

How do I see beyond the walls of my mind?

I feel like a caged bird with only memories of flight.
Yet, I hear the chipping away of thoughts and see the scattered debris of Wisdom's ancient ties

And in the distance is a familiar chord of my youth
Haunting me, drawing me ever nearer to its truth.

And in the very stillness of my heart, it quivers the strings of my soul
As if to remind me of some beautiful symphony I know

But only brief, these moments of stillness, for the familiar chord is muttled by metallic screams and cluttered minds.
And only when I am drowning by the blows of jagged noise does the hand of a familiar stranger draw me up and into the Peace of his Blue eyes

And once more my heart is still.
And the strings of my soul quiver to a resonating sound of some beautiful symphony
And I stumble once again on the scattered debris of Wisdom's ancient ties....

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