Everything we need is right here.
The tired, the worn down will rest.
Paths will disappear into wilderness.
Houses will wither and fall apart.
But homes will remain,
Perhaps lonely, perhaps aloof,
But always rising, turned to the light,
As each of us leave our mark
On life.
Born in a dream
I awaken to see
That I am my own creator,
The first word before
My life’s sunrise.
Night is dawning,
But you stand,
Immovable in the flecks
Of sunset, terrified
To step into the unknown.
But darkness is not absence of light,
It exists so that you
Can see the light better.
Homecoming Seabirds glide across your eyes,
Wings, wet of dew, bring the dawn
To your night.
Days, even the coldest and hardest,
Always bring life.
Perhaps it is you who create the world you desire,
Perhaps there is no need looking for it outside of yourself.
Maybe you have always carried what you have been looking for
With you, and all you had to do was live it.
Your life wanders through you,
Lines of laughter and worry,
A hundred stitches of life,
Attaching moments to moments
On a canvas of skin stretched from
Beginning to end.
Conversations of silence and of words
Filling threadbare bags of years.
Carry it proudly, be with yourself, even in
Your loneliness, with all of your humanity.
For this journey is about you.
You are the life, you are the wanderer,
Wandering through
Yourself.
There is such tenderness in human hearts,
A gift of perceiving life as a flow between Heavens,
A carrying of torches passing
From one hand to the other.
