My mind is quiet as I walk upon this path
And I am at ease within the mist that flows around me embracing me in its cool grasp.
Gladly I smile as my soul roams freely beyond the thoughts of yesteryears.
For at fifty two I have released into the silence my self proclaimed cheers.
I roam past the Victorian homes that line this walkway.
These homes now lay empty, their windows darkened of the light they once did portray.
As the memories caught in their glass reflections gently fade away,
I let go to the drifting tide the elusive love where he did betray.
Grateful I am to see the windows now darkened.
Yes, grateful I feel to know and understand that I’ve released some past disheartened.
I’ve laid down the torch of so many a heavy a burden.
With understanding, never was I meant to carry another’s heavy laden.
Forever I am free to move gently forward.
While the mist easily parts, it nudges me, pushing me ever onward.
I fly above silent meadows of many a deep reflection.
Filled now with a joyous heart, I am renewed under my own self possession.
I saw it in the deep river of red,
and goose bumps arose on my flesh.
Stepping in to the cool, cool water,
I sunk deeper surrounded in spirits matter.
Currents took me by the hand
pulling me further across the land.
I came upon this light of blue
rejoicing as away my ego flew
leaving me free to take spirits hand.
I walked with spirit for a long, long while,
relishing the benevolence with my peaceful smile.
He spoke of things that I held within my soul;
A kindness and gentleness was my true goal.
He showed me the truth from his lightness of being
a picture of forgiveness for all living beings.
It was only here that we would find
a pureness of love to carry us during this time.
I thanked spirit gladly then returned back to shore.
Great is my desire to know this life
of passionate days under a golden light.
Walking in to arms that are held wide open,
I believe there is an acceptance which is as deep as the ocean.
With my heart breaking free, I am now ready to feel
single moments of release while I stay true to my belief.
Rejecting a past that had turned sour the mind
with learned perceptions from spoken words delivered and unkind.
What is the cost to find this place?
It is a race I endeavor to finish with grace.
Where my dreams are fulfilled under the eyes of a lover,
and the world remains open ready to be discovered.
Giving and taking come in equal measure
with a treasure received from the found eagle’s feather.
In surrendering to this desire I am gaining on this life,
riding passionate waves found under the moon light.
I want to be in love
with the sprinkling of fresh morning dew,
with billowing clouds over tall trees,
with rolling hills of velvet green grass,
with you under the sunshine of sweet honeydew.
I want to feel alive
like the birds singing under blue skies,
like bells chiming from steeples up high,
like honey bees flying over fields of purple clover,
like the taste of your breath after a deep sigh.
I want to imagine a world
of painted sunsets that last forever,
of sour grapes turned sweet on the vine,
of floral gardens to fill the senses,
of a million you’s to share life’s flavor.
I want to create an image
found in children’s laughter under the sun’s grin,
found with fireflies that ease the dark night,
found inside deep wells of lavender and rose petal smells,
found under the full moon’s nectar of your divine sin.
We met under a starry night
And our smiles were bright under heavens light,
And we danced until the morning grew,
And we laughed over a silly story or two,
And we shared our most intimate nature,
And we understood we couldn’t hide anymore fractures,
And we grew together beyond the moment,
And we stepped forward into the present,
And our hearts burst open into the world,
And our thoughts grew peaceful as it stretched and whirled,
And we gave ourselves to all who danced,
And we gloried that we took this chance,
And we continued on each in our own way,
And we laughed with others each and every day,
Until we met again under a starry night,
Where we shared ourselves with hearts open and light.
It was gone broken
shattered like a glass falling
from my hand to the floor breaking.
Never would I see another daybreak
in the same way
as colors fade from distant hazing
where everything turned a little crazy.
I sat here wondering
staring at broken glass laying scattered
and I knew then that nothing mattered.
Life, love, happiness, liberty it was shattered
never will it be gathered
like the glass that lay scattered.
Yet, I did dust away the glass fallen.
I tied my shoelaces and I went sailing.
Plugged the hole, I stopped waiting
and I kept sailing.
Sweet little hummingbird so small so slight
I do so love to watch you when you appear.
To hear your wings humming as you fly
it fills me with joy to watch you buzz around.
From flower to flower, you travel on wind currents
drinking floral nectar so you can fly forever after.
Pollen you spread giving back to the life where you fed.
Oh sweet hummingbird is it loving life where you are led?
A chord, not unkind,
within my spirit.
I blend with this vibration
shaking quaking with desire
while each note takes me higher
to the sun drifting low in the sky.
Under the pink and reds of sunset do I stand.
Attentive to each stroke you land.
Right on cue.
I laugh in delight
to gaze out at the world anew.
Breathing the fresh air,
I listen to the birds croon,
while the leaves sway to the tune.
Filled with such abundance,
dancing, growing up under us.
The ocean plays the strings,
music to my soul,
my heart sings.
I wonder why
anyone would cry
unless they didn’t hear
life’s great chorus
as love draws near.
Nothing should I fear.
Until the dark sky
blocked the distant light.
All turned quiet.
I couldn’t breathe.
I began to drift too deep
forgetting the chord
Forever should I have remained
locked up tight.
But for the distant melody
heard one night in my dreams.
I found company
and I was led to be free.
So many reasons I have to adore
hearing his music
his vibrational chord.
Out loud, up high,
standing tall, he played.
than others kneeling.
Should I not love such strength
playing my life on a fiddle
whittling away the rough edges
revealing a riddle
maybe a middle
road or path to take?
Yes, this is the chord that vibrates.
Life’s about loving
all for one one for the other.
The chord that I play
follows this song.
And as I stand under the sky,
this time it’s dawn,
violet hues appear above my head.
I feel strong.
And, all I can do,
is play my song
and love who comes along.
I want to travel the roads
when the leaves start changing
and the colors are amazing.
The air is cooler
as the fall season rolls in.
Nature does slow down
just to honor the changes.
Summer clothes get put away.
New toys come out to play.
Oh what a wonderful day
cruising with the top down.
The sun warms the cool ground
and layers get unbound.
Yes, there is beauty all around.
It is time to join the battle my friends.
It is time to save some lives.
It is time to sound the bugle my friends.
It is time to end the strife.
It is time to forgive the abuses my friends.
It is time to stop taking the lord’s name in vain.
It is time to channel the truth my friends.
It is time to love again.
So sound the horn light the beacon.
Let love and peace never be beaten.
Carry the flags of all great nations,
as we join hands honoring life’s creations.