In the Sunshine

In the Sunshine

I love life

I love the green in it

I love the peace in it

The quiet

The turmoil 

The dust 

I love renewal 

But it takes a death

A turning

A burial 

A yearning 

A burning

In a fire that never sleeps 

I love geometry 

The lines

The angles

The curves and libations 

Smiles and sadness

Profound rotations

Along a symmetry that never ends

I hear the sirens

They bring me back to an earthen space

I feel the longing pains for grace

That overcomes all my lack of reasons

I feel the air, I sense the seasons 

Are forever returning to the grand delights

No longer night

Meander

Meander

Don’t assume that everyone is as unfulfilled as you are

Don’t think that normal is your own

Don’t believe that every wish upon a star

Or every seed that’s sown

Becomes the thing you saw it to be

Sometimes it’s more

Sometimes it’s naught

Sometimes a drought

Sometimes a draught 

However things turn out to be

It matters how much it’s watered

It matters how much there’s light

It matters when it doesn’t make a difference

It matters when it’s day or when it’s night

Through all the patterns of the daylight

There is always a weaving and a rhythm

That is well beyond what we see, what we know

There is always a vapor in the starlight

There is always a purity to the snow

We often have to rest to feel it

We often have to still ourselves to perceive

We often have to keep climbing up the mountains

Deeply inhaling the air we receive

Either as if it is not quite enough

Or as if we must keep gasping for more

There’s a subtlety in the difference

I don’t quite know exactly what it means

I simply know in the act of the motion

I begin to see the mysteries of the unseen

In the stillness, in the motion

In the rivers, in the oceans

There are so many questions in life

Yet in them all there lies the signs to the Answer

When we choose to join stillness, not strife

So let’s meander

The Parable

The Parable

In just a matter of moments 

The sunlight ascended right up the mountain 

It was nothing at all

It took no time at all

There’s a lesson in there 

For me and for you

In those things that seem impossible to do 

The light has already been there

To create an incredible view

Time to enjoy it....

The Unknown

The Unknown

I stand ready for battle

Staring at the blank screen before me

My mouth agape

Ready to fire forth the arrows galore

Yet all I see is rain and mist and haze

I don’t feel or know the Gatekeepers gaze

So all I know is quiet and dust

Where do I find the Guardian’s trust

So that I may enter the fields of renown?

My head has been shaped for a victor’s crown

My feet have been shaped for the journey

My mind has been formed by the years and years

Of competing in the tourney

Yet no prize will I ever know that way

I will know no prize living in this fear, this mist

This life that knows no pain, no bliss

Just the abandoned memories of Costco and Sam’s Club

I go buying up all their pizzas

Is that the way I’m to be known?

Is that the battle guard I’ve always flown?

No, I don’t think so, not at all.

I suddenly hear a clarion call 

off in the distance

It’s a voice so distinctive in its strength

Yet universally renowned in all its gentleness

Was that Love I heard?

Before I can say one single, solitary word

My heart has leapt out before me

Now I must go chasing it down

Down into the Keeper’s Fields

The place where everything in my being yields 

To the ways and the means of Love who resides there

I hear the lions, I hear the bears

My mind is literally tearing asunder

But my heart charges full speed toward the wonder

The wonder we all call “the unknown.”

Listening to the Wind

Listening to the Wind

Sometimes it’s best just to sit here listening

The sound of the Spirit moving in the silence

Anticipation in the air

The samplings of a gourmet chef

With all the smells and whistles

None of the thorns and thistles

But a balancing nonetheless

I break from far-off weary dreams

To embrace this quiet lull that seems

As nothingness is the norm

Yet the violent wind of storm

Awakes me to the difference

I listen, calmer, deeper still

While the windowpane is shaking

I carry on to the throne of God

Where everything is breaking

Where everyone has entered dance

Where no friend is forsaking

It is the best world of them all

For no fright is resting there

It is the greatest world of all

Only love is resting here

I am awakened to the difference

There is no end it seems

To this place of living, immortal dreams

Where colors are tasted

Great is delight

Where sights are mere wonders

Never is night

Except where sons do not shine

Once again, I am awakened to the difference