Born in a Dream

Born in a dream
I awaken to see
That I am my own creator,
The first word before
My life’s sunrise.

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Eternity’s Homely Shores

The ocean is unpredictable and threatening,
Tearing years and years off the land with its anger.
But fear not, you will not drown, only float
Westward, towards stillness, towards the burning light,
To shed your skin and walk naked
Unto Eternity’s homely Shores.

Wings bring the dawn

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.

A glimpse of the gods

Does Heaven have its roots underground?
Is there Comfort to find in the song of dying birds?
Perhaps, when looking for the Eternal,
We need to dig down instead of looking up.
Perhaps, it is our prayers that burn a hole in the sky,
Giving us a glimpse of the gods.

A carrying of torches

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.

Days stand still

Days stand still, windless,
Like a burning wick without flickers,
Listening, mostly, to drifting clouds,
Looking for “bygone” in falling leaves,
Finding all creatures’ aloneness
In the passing and arising
Of life.

Within the night there is light

Within the night there is light,
A nail made of silver.
It goes through my palms,
Fastening me to the black sky,
Leaving me exposed,
Like an Angel-shaped flicker
Of Northern Lights.