Sun spackled walls
around the heart
Paint faded and cracked
solid on the alleyway
where the shadows dwell
All light windows and doors
on the street and park side
on the avenue of hopes and dreams
………………………………………………….
The little child learned
oh, so very long ago
To keep her back covered
as she reached for the light
How far must I toss my dreams
to be clear of my fears
and my blocks and beliefs and things?
…………………………………………………………..
Into the Outfield, fallow and weedy?
Where sustenance and nurturing
are catch as catch can?
………………………………………………………..
Perhaps it’s best not to toss at all
instead, to plant gently in my heart?
There, fear’s vibration and
the waves of old beliefs
create a song…
It’s all just vibration, after all
it’s up to me to tune it
Sensing something different
she held perfectly still
as perfectly as she could
While her dancing heart
contemplated this new
experience of transition
Intrepid dreamer
awakening to a fresh day
doe eyes drifting into focus
Riding on the hem
of vision’s misty cloak
In the early morning hours
before dawn has spread her light
when clock’s ticking is so loud
and the night’s dreams still are bright
There I stop to breathe and think
fill my cup with Spirit’s might
cells lapping up the nectar
a gift of grace – delight
Reflecting life on life in life
I am but a speck of sparkling white
as I polish up for shining
in the dark of pre-dawn night
I shed the cloak of dreadful dreaming
encrusted with its simple frights
to lie de-clawed and transformed
into blessings in my sight
Pitching our dreams
to the winds o’er the cliffs
Above the valley
of the unknown
They fluttered and flapped
as they fell into the updraft
Our hopeful strings attached
they rose like colorful kites
on the warm breezes
of our breath
Glistening, sparkling in the sunlight
glowing like helium balloons
in the night
