Creative Room
There, inside that space
the size of a mustard seed
-in your heart-
resides a room
of your own
It is full and running over
with a treasury of jewels
sacred and profane
It is a place
for you to create
Tossing Dreams
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
New Treasure
Each day, I discover
a new treasure
Some sparkly tidbit
that adds to the richness
of my understanding
and experience of life
Each little bit of time, I remember
what new treasure
each moment presents
For each new piece of gold
is forged from the old
stuff of life
and it shines brightly
like diamond studded spirit light
Tender Secret
May your heart rejoice
and be glad in every moment today
Like a tender secret
let your joyousness dwell
in your heart
Human Hearts
Far off in a land
distant and strange
in a time long forgotten
there were people
who had lives of experience
and emotions much like ours
The human experience
Hearts of love
