Morning ritual

The sun came up

And she closed her eyes

Ignoring the growing light

And color of the skies

~

The sun rose higher

And with eyes closed tight

She woke up inside

To her own ease and light

~

Repeating and returning

Mind wanders across internal sky

Watch the clouds floating over

She is preparing to live and die

~

It’s the morning ritual

And so much more

It’s the opening of the self

Revealing of the cosmic core.

~

Good morning ritual

Her own life lay from within it grew

Letting go of past and future

Awakening through and through

We need a world of peace

We need a world of peace

Of connection

Of understanding that

We are one

~

We need a world of love

Where people reach out

To one another

With full and open hearts

~

Everybody must be taught

To acknowledge the differences

Release the sufering

Accept life deeply

~

We need God’s love

Open your heart

Feel it here now

Full of healing light

~

We have the capacity

For this love and light filled world

Surround us in the light

Fill this world with peace.

~

Boston, April 15, 2012.

Eagle or

I thought it was an eagle

At first

Grandly flying by

Oh, wait …

~

Look harder now

See what I can see

Maybe it’s just a gull

Betraying of my eyes

~

Breathe and notice

The river gone out to sea

The blue, blue sky

The fading of the day

~

She flies by again

Graceful and giant

Huge wing span

Oh, Osprey

~

So clear now

And I can let go

Let go of desire for eagle

And embrace the osprey

Farewell for now

I look at you

Laying there on the worn green couch

And I am filled with contempt

For you and you alone

~

You are worn and stained

Old and shabby

Though you have only been through 2 seasons

You may be useless in the near future

~

So pretty and purple

Not that long ago

And now you weigh me down heavily

You are simply too much

~

Too much for the sunshine emerging

The green returning

The birds soon chirping

Changing of the seasons

~

You get to go away now

Go back to the attic

Folded into a pile

Stinking of moth balls

~

Perhaps you will be replaced

next year maybe

But for now you can rest

folding in on yourself

~

Farewell my winter friend

Purple, stained, and warm

Farewell for now

Purple down coat

 

 

I am on fire

Fire

It is burning me up

Synapses firing

On Fire

~

Quench it

Calm it

Slow it down

Fire

~

Feel it flowing through

Feels Good

Lighting up dendrites

On Fire

~

Let’s be on fire

Hot stuff

Minds spinning out

Burning up

~

Fire burning bright

Quench it

Or feed it

Feel it

~

Fire burning

Creates a new path

Fire warms

Grow the Fire

~

Feel the power

Take the challenge

Transform the power

Feel the fire

~

I Miss You Golden Shores

The light, the air

Golden ray of sunshine

Still I left and ran fast

Searching for what was mine

~

A golden oak, splashing sea

The greenest of the green

Melting in my mind

That long-lost childhood scene

~

That golden land of promise

She whispers out my name

Hearing it from another shore

Missing her all the same

~

A soft breeze

Cooling, too much warmth

The sun she radiates to me

Singing to me, calling me forth.

~

Land of big dreams

Of  light, of love, and of loss

Back-forth, up-down,

Throw my heart back with a toss.