Climbing up the Mountain,
Hiking up the Trail,
That is where you’ll find me,
Searching without fail.
Basking in the Sunshine,
Walking in the Moonlight,
That is where you’ll find me,
If you look for me tonight.
Laying together, Being,
You breathing softly in my ear,
That is where you’ll find me,
If you look at all my dear.
Sometimes you may need a hand,
Others just some space,
That is where you’ll find me,
In Love’s Divine embrace.
If by chance I leave this world,
Feel the wind, the rain, the Sun,
That is where you’ll find me
A journey’s just begun.
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Basking in the glow of promise,
Expecting nothing in return,
I lapse into the warmth of your Divinity
And fall into the arms of Inspiration.
I laid there once, seeking the end,
Now I lay there embracing a beginning,
Oh how sweet is the nectar of the Divine!
Made sweeter by the sour taste of yesterday.
We walk together in the mountains of Promise,
We sit together by the waterfalls of Hope,
We talk together by the river Forgiveness,
So focused on the present as to have forgotten.
How strange God does give Her gifts!
One day the Sun fails to raise, the next it fails to set,
And others we barely seem to notice.
Today I see it all, the Gift and the Giver are one.
The shell cracks open, the wall comes down.
Inch by inch, brick by brick we are exposed,
Our stories are told, our vision is shared,
And we find the sense of such unending harmony.
Oh how I miss the song when it grows silent!
I struggle to hear the echoes in my mind,
Feel the music in my heart, the notes in my Soul.
How I feel the absence of the Musician!
A smile, a word spoken, an embrace of Imagination
Sends me into the Light, spinning..spinning.
A question, a statement, a sign of Spring
The winter thaw that is much too long in the coming.
I have been forgotten by some, it seems
But not by all,
As time flows like unearthly frigid streams,
I call, I call
To whom I have yet to discover,
Such a majesty!
I just wait patiently for the Universe to uncover,
My heart’s sweet amnesty.
Reach for peace, strive for Love,
Do not settle for the lesser,
Find the Light and soar above,
The formality’s own guesser.
To whom I have yet to hold,
And be honored by in kind,
The stories that have yet been told,
Not the tomes we’ve left behind.
For soon will be the time to bear,
In this my joy’s grantee,
We seek unto infinity’s own care,
My heart’s sweet amnesty.
I don’t seek to be your lover,
I seek to be your way,
To realize the Love within you,
To see the sunrise, to see the sunset,
To be the clouds on a raining Sunday afternoon.
I have hurt you a thousand times,
So that you could release your own suffering,
Drop it in the pool of Life,
And let it sink into the abyss,
Never to be seen again, yet never gone for good.
You are a Flower,
Powerful in beauty yet delicate to touch,
You bask equally in the Sun and the Rain,
When you are fully bloomed,
You brighten the world with you.
A Flower does not bloom,
Until first it has been tortured with Life,
It must face death to know Life,
It must face itself to know its Self,
And then open Itself to the world.
It’s thorns protect it from many predators,
While It’s beauty inspires them to peace,
It does not protect Itself to continue to live,
It protects Itself so that it may create unending harmony,
And bless us with Its sweet fragrance.
A Flower does not realize Its power,
A Flower cannot see Its beauty,
A Flower cannot understand Its own importance,
A Flower simply breaks through the ground,
A sits still awaiting Its purpose realized.
When you are open my dear Flower,
My heart is filled with unending Joy,
When you are closed,
I focus on the thorns that protect you,
And the drops of blood that rain from my needy hand.
You are You,
Radiance that steals the breath from my soul,
Fragrance that gives pause to my senses,
And beauty that gives purpose to my eyes,
While giving form to the path I am on.
You are here in the Now,
Do I pot you and carry you where I may go?
Or do I sit in silence and just be with you?
I pray your roots are where my feet may touch the Earth,
Allowing our eternal dance of Love.
Flower be still!
Even as you move where the winds of mind may take you,
Do not let those breezes effect the Knowing,
Just allow them to carry the Fragrance of the Love you know,
So that others may know it too.
Be truthful in your repose,
And be humble in your return,
Do not cater to the voices in your head,
But feel the voices in your heart,
And let them out in silent harmony.
Be like the Flower still,
Do not speak your truth, Be your truth,
Do not speak your love, Be your Love,
Do not love yourself, But Love your Self,
A Flower does not speak about its beauty to the world.
Fold upon your Self,
So that you may bloom another day!
Share your Self with the Universe,
For the Love that you release is eternal,
As every part of the Universe shares your sweet nectar.
Now we move, and sing the song we feel,
In Love we share this moment realized,
And in passing we have created an eternity,
You are now me, and I am now you,
In blessing the Flower still.
I look at you…
I have no desire other than to understand you,
To see what makes you tick,
So that I can fix you.
I can see…
Your pain extends far deeper than I imagined,
That you are hurting in your smile,
Holding sadness in your laugh.
It is clear…
That you are struggling with this reality,
That you are helpless in your uncertainty,
And nameless in your lack of identity.
What you did…
You inflicted pain to create numbness,
You lied so that you could find security,
You destroyed so that there was nothing left to lose.
What happened…
Is that numbness didn’t last forever,
And caused you to wretch in a violent loneliness,
While you cried in such inescapable sorrow.
You have found…
That this is who you believed you are,
Abusive, abused, alone, at peace with this false identity,
So much so that you fought against yourself to make it so.
You hid…
Behind the laughter that defied your mood,
Behind the joy that defied your reality,
Behind the practice that suggested that love was somehow a hollow, shattered promise.
Yet you have…
Shined a light on this blinding cave,
Searched so hard and hurt so many for the answer to it all,
And you are here, and nowhere else regardless of where your mind takes you.
I see it all,
through the cracked glass I gaze upon you,
and judge you as see you as you are.
I see into your eyes,
they look eerily familiar yet complete foreign,
A study into life as the three tenses merge into one.
I can feel you, as sorry as I am for having taken so long to help you,
I wish you could cry on my shoulder,
I wish I could comfort you in your despair,
I wish I could tell you what was coming,
But I fail in even this regard.
My poor boy, I let you go,
I let you succumb to the wolves around you,
I let you fade into nothingness,
I watch as you sobbed hopeless and alone.
The lies you were told became your own to tell,
The insanity inflicted on you became your own to repeat,
The anger beat into you became your only weapon,
The loneliness became your only friend.
You toiled in the art of deviance,
You relished in the art of fantasy,
You mastered the art of fallacy,
You have practiced the art of moving on.
You have survived my boy,
You have seen this darkness first hand,
You have the scars to prove you were there,
And the breath that proves you are still alive.
You love, so you can be loved,
You trust, so that you can live a promise,
You open your arms so that others can embrace you.
You are not that boy yet somehow that boy is you.
You can smile my friend,
For today is now and not then,
And tomorrow is not today but a promise unto itself.
Yes, you can smile.
And you can be free.
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I could find joy in your embrace,
If only you would hug me.
I could find hope in your words,
If only you would speak,
I could find love in your actions,
If only you would move,
I could find peace in your life,
If only you would live.
I could move mountains with a finger,
If only you would let me,
I could end every storm,
If only peace you would seek,
I could pray for repentance,
If you only forgave me,
I could see light at the end,
Without the past in the way.
I could hear the music playing,
If only you weren’t screaming,
I could write every word,
If the noise would subside.
I could trust in the present,
If the past didn’t haunt me,
I could hope for the day,
When time set me free.
Whose hand is in mine,
When the bells all start tolling?
Whose prayers do I hear,
When the angels appear?
Whose blood do I shed,
To feel like I’m worthy?
Whose life do I end,
To feel this secure?
I could bask in the sunshine,
If it weren’t so damned cloudy,
I could climb to the top,
If my footing would hold.
I could become what you want,
If you could just change me,
I could bring you to smile,
Through the tears in your eyes.
We could walk on the beach,
But the quicksand surrounds us,
We could swim in the surf,
But the tide is too strong,
We could swim to the bottom,
If the water wasn’t so murky,
We could head out to sea,
If the waves weren’t so tall.
Whose time is so endless,
To be wasted on “if only”?
Whose soul is so bad,
To be thrown into that hell?
Whose forgotten their joy,
In what we call living?
Who wants to start over,
When the death bells ring?
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I am waiting for a timer to go off,
To tell me “it is time”,
To remind me of instant where,
I need to end this little rhyme.
Somewhere between then and now,
An eternity will pass,
Sometime between here and there,
I’ll have to get up off my ass.
Most likely I will waste this time,
In shear mortal flaw,
Or perhaps I can make use of it,
To describe some of what I saw.
Something strange began to rumble still!!
Ah but I apologize my friend,
The timer’s bell has begun to ring,
This little story has to end.
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I find a moment to be “separate”,
To view the world around me,
To see what is there without my conditions,
To feel what is there without my layers,
To hear what is there without my distraction,
To smell what is there without my congestion,
To taste what is there without spice,
To be where not being seems essential.
I learn this view is not to be separate,
But is to understand what “together” truly means.
To observe is not to be distinct,
But to understand all that binds us in who we are.
I cannot stand to be apart from you,
Basking in my human loneliness,
Toiling in your creation of “me” and what that means,
Or suffering in my creation of “you” and what that means.
There are times when I wish I had no such thoughts,
When I could just stay asleep and not awaken.
There are times when I just wish I could put it all away,
When I could just have a box and never deal with its contents.
Why do I care to know about me? Or about you?
Why do I listen to those who say I am not built for these endeavors,
Or to myself who suggests I am?
The answer will come in times own finality.
For now I will continue the struggle,
When I beg for a touch that never comes,
When I long for the sketch of playfulness that never gets drawn,
When this place doesn’t like an invisible, distant shore.
For now I will be who I am, or who I was,
Or who you wish me to be,
Because I know nothing else and can only see what is around me.
There is no failure in the art of trying,
There is only failure in the goal set beyond the limits of reality,
To that, I will remain indifferent.
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I could find peace in your arms,
If only they would embrace me.
I could find solace in your words,
If only I could hear,
I could find strength in your wisdom,
If only I would listen,
I could find love in your heart,
If only I could feel.
I could find peace on the mountain,
If only I were there,
I could find joy in the song,
If only I could sing.
I could find the rain drops cleansing,
If only I could run naked,
I could find resolve in your hands,
If only I could hold.
I could find wisdom in walking,
If I could only stop sitting,
I could find silence in the moment,
If I could only sit still.
I could stop being so bad,
If I only knew good.
I could move on with living,
If only memories would die.
If only mountains would move,
If only the sky would stop falling,
If only angels would fly,
If only love would stop hiding,
If only the clock would stop ticking,
If only you would stand by.
If only…
If only…
If only…
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I so want to find my soul,
Lost in the wilderness looking for me.
A heartbeat away from remembering,
A lifetime away from rejoicing.
I turn to the mountains to find you,
The softly falling snow’s silence only broken
by the sound of rushing water
Cascading down around me as if cleansing my mind.
I hike up to the river’s edge,
It’s roar calls to me and beckons me to stare,
I feel something, I feel everything,
A moment’s notice of an eternal state of Being.
I once was surrounded by the urban jungle
I could not see the hills beyond the steel,
I could not hear the water rushing above the trucks passing by,
The snow…well it was pushed away by a need to get nowhere.
I once felt rage as I traveled to and fro,
Dealing with the asphalt path and others made just like me,
In a hurry to get nowhere,
In a rush to turn around and do it all over again like drones.
I once breathed air hardly fit for breathing,
I once used so much that I filled endless holes in the earth from consumption.
I sought more than the stuff I had before,
And found confinement in things I thought would set me free.
I once slaughtered a life just like me,
I ate it as if it were going to make me well.
I can hear your cries of fear dear friend,
I can see you suffer as the blood spills from your veins.
It all comes back to me
The stupidity, the depravity, and most of all the insanity.
I see it clearly in this moment’s notice of my eternal state of Being,
It was because I was, It is because I am.
The river, now still, allows me to see myself through its eyes,
The silence unbroken as the snow softly settles around me.
I can feel the trees alive around me, I can sense the clean air soothing me
I love what I see, this me, captured by the Oneness all around me.
I don’t need You. I don’t need Me.
I have all that I have been looking for on this mountain,
Besides this stream, all around me.
It has taken me far too long to get here, to this place I cannot leave.
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