Geese

                                                     Google Photograph
The geese are arriving
They know not why they come
But they call in celebration anyway
Because it is where they need to be
The snow is leaving not coming
The grass is growing not browning
Our hearts are beating not still
Until change calls us away

Dreams

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 Last night’s dreams seemed real
I felt filled with Love and good will
Then something urged me to walk
Without thinking one single thought
We encountered each other last night
In that dream that somehow felt right
Like a shadow that reaches soft light
Bringing loving and healing to sight

The details from last night’s dream
Were drawn away by sleep's stream
But it left us with gifts both to try
Following life’s tide line till dry

Generous Children

Generous children
Help us know ourselves
Help us to see others
From inside the Love
Where we all started
So we followed them
Seeking their being
Inside happy lessons
Caring for their pets
Loving their parents
Living in our family
Folding into its truth
Unfolding for others
Changing within life
In ways we can’t see
Until we stand alone
Together again

Understanding

 Medicine Man - Google image

 

I listened to sounds
And bought a new book
But forsaking thought
Is all that it took

To feel life’s river
Flowing along
It never goes dry
Like a boiling song

It flows through life
Breathing each breath
Just one at a time
So it follows the rest

And we change like the sand
In this brightly colored land

Hope

                                                                                             Google Image
Hope sustains me
It plays me again
Drawing a dream
Inside of my mind

Hope keeps moving
Toward a new day
In a world that never
Existed that way

Notice the Dreams

 They're right or wrong
It is always up to us
To learn its full song
And sing the words
Dreamed for so long

Crystals

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I wonder
If the earth itself is
A colorful dream of life
Wobbling while it is spinning
For just as long as it should take
To know one thing and no more
And then to imagine a new body
With a mind to hold up our soul
Between two upraised fingers
Tilting the sun and the stars
Like crystals that change
In every light we find

Divine Wind

                                                                      NOAA photograph
A divine wind
Plays through us
Tall and unafraid
Greeting us long
Before we arrived
Loving us deeper
Than we have
Ever loved ourselves
The sinew of its truth
Long and strong and real
Shivers the pond
Where we die
Drawing life’s circle
As we long deeply
To feel water's truth
Move through us
Becoming love

Reflection

                                                                                     Amazon Basin, 2007 
It's the first day of a new month
And well past my middle of life
I am not quite clear on who I am
It remains something I can’t see
(Unless I can  look away from it)
Is it what the blind spot knows?

We live more in the world
Of intuition than of reflection
Intuition is warmed with life
And it is three-dimensional.
Reflections are dead-cold
And are two dimensional

Although, I can feel who I am
I never get to see who I am
And intuition works in the dark
While reflections hide in silence