When Life calls

Answer swiftly when life calls

dwindle not in barren corridors

be not satisfied with ash and coal

open bravely the beckoning door

and step audacisoulsy onto life`s

revolving dance floor.

In the image of Hope

Shape your days in the image of hope.

Every moment’s potential fulfilled in what they could be

rather than what they are.

But the night you leave alone to its childhood

coloring in your dreams while you sleep.

The Day’s glowing Potential

I watch the sunrise every morning

And I smile

Every morning.

There are always wings

Pointing towards that sun,

Showing my mind’s eye the way

To the day’s glowing potential.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We learn to understand

That everything is touched by time

And time must run its course.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We carry our souls like a torch.

We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,

We bring our courage forth.

And when time is right we rise again

To reclaim our newfound worth.

Divine presence

You cannot see me

but I am the invisible searchlight

pointing at your heart

when everything else

has gone dark.

The Resurrection of Light

Light resurrects upon a feather

Left behind by something

That took to the sky.

Perhaps a thought

Too dark to face the morning.

What days to come?

What days to come will run, will swim,

Will drag me by the hair?

Will flood, will dry, will crash

Into my boundaries?

All I know is that you’ll be there

To cause me pain, to lift my joy,

To take away my grief.

You are time, you are the sea of consciousness,

You are Eternity, you are me.

Still the Love in your Heart

Still the love in your heart, make it real quiet,
So that it doesn’t go to waste.
Throw it not into the chasm of self-doubt.
I am here, your dance partner
On unsolid surface.
We’ll pedal together despite our spindly legs,
We’ll wobble on blessings if we have to
But we’ll never quite aim
for the river bank.

Growing Blooms

Without meaning to we rise out of the ground,
Loving despite of loss, losing despite of love.
We become bottomless ponds
Growing blooms out of our own mud.

Walking down a country road

Sometimes, happiness is walking down
A country road you have walked
A million times before,
Meeting yourself halfway home,
But finding yourself changed,
Not due to the ravishing of time,
But because of an altered heart
A’light with a life well worn.