everyone shall share

everyone shall share

i have a dream
of peace
of just cause.

go into the divide.
divide it amongst yourselves,
fair and just.
everyone shall share
the dual meaning
of this world.

summer lovin'

summer lovin'

cold beer slides, yum, reminds me of this pure summer - how the bite of the stout quenches the heat.

heat, i love it on my body - reminding me of every inch of flesh i am graced with. along with the wind and water, i am in for a delightful, magical moment of realizing how alive (and lucky) i truly am, for now.  always, because i know better, for now.

but it does sit still - it has to - because i want it to.  i really do have the power to pause time when i wish, or when the stars align, granting some moments of neither mortality or im - just is.  damn, i love this.

there's a little rock, a little fan, a lot of sun - a lot of "nowness" and, good lovin', my days of summer.

we running, laughing, and shutting our mouths.  sharing, dipping into this divine (and thin) line of peace, a sanctuary for a promised time.  it embraces us to rest, concur memories or dream the future.  the hopes, the clarity we receive on the white sand, rushing waves, and still water.

the sun penetrates us day after day, giving to us forever (or at least a season) the beauty of more life, but less is more.  damn, all i can think of , is how freakin' lucky am i?

it's like this place, this time has been secretly planning a moment as such (like it's its job or something) to vacuum us in a moment of pure rest, a melting pot of reality and dreams, transforming all that happened this year (and before) into picture perfect clarity ... like we can sit back and view it as a painting in the louvre.

but we won't really notice, nor will it take effect until a little later in life.  no one knows.

at this point though, the sun infiltrates my body - as to become one with me.  and you can tell we have mated, for the gold rays that lay beneath my skin report of nothing but a summer love affair.  all glistened and golden... it'll stay for awhile, but then, like the summer itself, my love affair has ended -
gradually, and without notice ...

until i can't even remember the wildly passionate and easy love that danced across my skin.

city

city

over the concrete
formed and squared
buildings of glass and reflection
rise into the blue beyond
the air catches their bounce
and they sway slightly,
edge to edge

to rise and see below
the traffic does not cease
except, maybe
at dawn's early rise
when all is still silent with rest

wavy, small lake
aquatic and salty
dances in the rhythms
we stretched out, soaking in
the blessings of a paused clock.

in the middle

in the middle

in the middle of the line
the center of the page
i do want to say it
as it is

the secrets,
that aren't so mysterious
as they are sacred, so life enforcing

as the way we need
the sun and the water

the kind that speaks volumes
through the lines on our face,
the wear of our hands ...

(as to why we go and where we sleep.)

second lesson learned

second lesson learned

focus your ENTIRE life on what is important.

not pieces, not when you have time, but all of it -
all of the time.

live your life in such a way to make YOU proud.
live it by being your best self,
your best intended self -

you're already there.

just "WIDEN" your gaze.

ballerina

ballerina

in the corners, i see you.

wound up like a ballerina
in her box.
the music is playing,
but no dancing persists.

waiting, dressed up.

open it.

open it.

i say a little prayer

i say a little prayer

silk hearted and tender
i sit beside the waters,
they move as if breathing
and open up to accept the day ....

god of glory, you surpass me in everyday
constantly there, even in doubt
you stand still, a force to be and was.

i am yours and always have been.

the beauty that comes from you
blesses me like no other.

thank you for all.