String by string, each thread is woven. Free of past regrets, tomorrow is released. No longer captive, a divine masterpiece.
Don’t search for wine. Look and see your essence, alive in this vineyard. A single grape, the whole universe.
The Same Garden
The rocks I see here form the peaks I know there. Relatives, from the same valley. Illuminate, the same garden.
A gentle breeze, stars tango with the moon. A flock of aviators hug the sun, effortlessly mastering gravity. Rivers share chants with rocks, songs about liberation. Offering us master classes, lessons on freedom.
for the blessings of this haven, so little, our gratitude.
Restless, my smile lifeless. Tired, my bones ache with numbness. Slumberless I stride on, onward to unknown mountains.
He is near
In my dreams I see a field, a land with hills and summits of green. A place with an eerie calm, empty and vast, not a breath in sight. There alone lies a path, a trail with a sign that reads: "He is near." A whisper in my ear; "your tale is written here."
Alone! In the bosom of this ray, blossoms, an infinite joy.
Why travel so far when our meal is here. Under this tree with us a river. Murmurs a pheasant holding a mirror. Sharing stories revealing a secret. Haloes! Shine above our heads.
Her veil expresses a kindness that’s real. Her hand extends and fills my cup with tea. Her gesture realigning stars, unveils a destiny in disguise.
What lays on the roof above, supports the marbles beneath me. The walls silence, a cloak that completes me.
Each word like a honeybee pollinates a different flower. Text sweet as nectar colonize one hive.
Colors complete, eloquently decorate this plate full of doubt and weary.
Aches and Paradise
Dawn I’m filled with life. Sunset I am friends with doubt. Your eyes at night: Murals on the moon my aches and paradise.
We are myth, not of wisdom, but of fiction. Under the sun, our shadows reflect, images of truth.
When in doubt, look my way. You’ll be guided by my eyes: your compass.
Instant gratification: Tasty, but rots in time. Patience: Bitter, but ripens with age.
Me, and not you
A life-lived hand in hand with guilt: A rotten marriage. A life-long journey of me, and not you.
An old friend companion mentor receiver of prayers teacher forsaking its needs for the care of this house with the tip of its wand.
Dust and Web
The pride that once flowered his fortress, now dirt, houses nothing but dust and web.
See and Hear
Don’t be afraid of with what you see and hear. Instead reach for heaven, with the beat of my wings.
Flowers in a Vase
Flowers in a vase, chained together by a master. A prison filled with water, soon to be their abyss.
Why anger? When you and I embellish the same light. Why question this prize? With a knife that severs our eternal spark.
Stillness now, and forever in place, all miracles embraced.