Pause

The cosmos holds a breath in


The thought of you takes form

From random atoms circling

To substance soft and warm

Years down the path’s trajectory

We’re destined to become

Legendary icons of love

If strings of time and space strum

At the moment when fate and faith

Merge and elegantly fold

Together, as if our hands meet

In synchronicity, I’m told.

The crystal balls, the scrying mirrors

Each form of divination

Speaks the promise for our future:

All passion and elation.

But for now, I wait, I pause, I watch

Alert to telltale signs, will do

Managing my days of quiet

Until the Universe brings me you.

Bubbles of Colors

The rain comes down, it forms a mist


And it makes it look like the trees are cryin’

But I just know it’s heaven’s way

Of washin’ all of creation and it taps its toe

To the beat of the best nature sounds

So I stand with the drizzle drippin’ off my nose

And my hair gets all fuzzy, but I think it’s funny

So I end up laughing at the rows of umbrellas

Open and bobbing like bubbles of colors

Yeah, I end up laughing at bubbles of colors.

Eagle Sunset

Whisper soft, with wings outstretched

In the crouching darkness of early eve

A shadow puppet tree bends low in tribute

The remaining red ball of the sun diving

Down behind the earth’s round horizon

Flashes of orange trail behind it

On puffs of clouds, here and there.

He searches for a stray rabbit or mouse

And leaves no mark of his own on the sky.

Tomorrow

Sand’s blown over the road


Though the wind is calm

And the big lake sparkles

In that diamond-covered dress kind of way

Ending in little white caps

Just as it meets the sand

And the broad beach is devoid of people

Though there are cars here in the lot.

A father with an Australian accent

Calls to his children to get back in the car

On the promise that they’ll spend a longer time

Tomorrow.

One Will

Threads come together now


Wrapping gently, one around another,

Meeting the hallowed mind still

Waxing equally with balance

And while most try to become a circle,

A wreath of colors, scents, flowers,

Put together like a crown of laurel

Stating we work together, think together,

Fit together with locked hands

Safe, certain, dedicated to one will.

Goodwill For All

Picture perfect is my village


The private place I go for respite

Friendly passersby shake my hands

And ladies curtsy along their way.

A lovely park is home to the brook

A tiny footbridge crosses over it

A bright, white gazebo offers a seat

Where loved ones pass the time

Birds call and sing and flutter about

The businesses of the town down the hill

Markets for the farmers, a shop for the milliner,

Candies at the sweet shop, a blacksmith for ironworks,

A lumberyard, a printer, a feed store and a mill,

Everyone in keeping with harmony

Relaxation and goodwill for all.

Balanced

Reaching deep into the darkness


For the answers waiting there

Colors floating from Creation

Ribbons of clouds in the air

Amid heartbeats throbbing wildly

Bated breath and bitten tongue

Ancient lessons scaling mountains

This is not meant for the young

Though the wise as well take caution

For the treacherous slopes above

For a writhing snake of passion

Would be premature to call it love

So the sages’ steps go gingerly

Using inner sight alone

And the pretense of protection

Of the world’s a balanced stone.

Celestial Chorus

Lights that strengthen our resolve


To grow, to fellowship entwine

Rejoicing in the seaward cast

Not lost in tangled webs of thought

But with a higher goal in mind

To honor, protect and balance good

And climb the ladder row by row.

For should the branches bar the way

A pause, a prayer, to clarify

Then fight the battle effortlessly

And sing the hymns indefinitely.

Arise then, tread the path of one by one

Praise the rainbow of culminating form

In earthly imaginings all becomes clear

Up we march, in celestial chorus.