see you an angel
when you gaze upon woman so fair
see you an angel...

spirit manifesting your heart's desire

our lives
only stations along the way
not the end-of-the-line

i love the little girl
in a woman
oh its no doubt
the woman is beguiling, intriguing
but its the little girl
the one who believes in dreams
the little girl
the one who is joyous
whose voice trickles and leaps
like a cascading mountain stream
it will always be the little girl
who embraces life magically
with her exuberant heart

Once your heart
gives birth to love
pure and true
once you submit
to its ancient wisdom
allowing it to nourish you
tenderly it leads
and your life is forever changed
it may turn you inside-out
challenge your most time- honored beliefs
but given free reign
its heart that brings you blessings
heart that puts a knowing smile upon your face
...but its heart that we betray

we return to that shallow- way
that has no depth, no soul
that shallow way that knows not passion
that shallow way, halting in step
freezes in fear
in trepidation calculates...

give it no thought though
we mortals have not eyes to see
our metaphysics, reason, protects us
instills in us a sense-common
which denies seeing and being
its only Natures Child, God's Holy Child
that defies reason
but not...
no, not you and me

Did you not know
but then
you have always known
haven't you
i have been waiting
deep in the place of your dreams
when you called
was i not there, at once
by your side
in this place
us, where we are, who we are
remains eternal
only time changes
flowing like a river
in which we stand
ankle-deep

I saw the look
again
caught it in your eye
just a flash
a moment gone by
but...
you can't hide
whats in your soul
you can't deny
that over which you have no control
when you are loved by someone
deep and true
when your souls connect, merge
its really not up to you
anyway
i love you
beyond all time
beyond all rules
i love you
because i've seen your soul
looking out at me
when it gathered itself in your eyes

we cannot fully appreciate
what we have, until we lose it
loss, however, is the gateway
to greater wisdom and love
pain and suffering, then
are welcome companions
on this, the Spiritual Path

the journey is the path
not the destination
walk in a sacred way

as i napped i heard someone stirring
i thot it might be my beloved
trying not to disturb me
but, no
the movement came from within
in my mind or more aptly
my soul

Exhausted
I knew my body wasn't functioning properly
to recuperate i sat on a bench
gazing out on a familiar scene
then i saw something unseen before
a big, sturdy, lush tree
exuberant with new foliage

my spirit helper had spoken to me
coincidence of inner and outer
i got up finished my walk
feeling renewed, restored

Reality is so strange
is it but a dream
or
is the dream reality

even more strange is that
the answer to both questions
is very likely "yes"

so let us dream the reality
that we desire
let forces unknown
conspire to make them come true

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing, fresh from the world

Sweet's the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Spung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Ysuf Islam

Rev. Wright is right
he speaks the Truth
as Spirit moves him
but for political correctness
expediency
his favorite son, denies him

the issue is not Wright
or wrong
but can the vision on high
survive the transition to the valley
below

uttering primal incantations
hypnotic, repetitive chants
rhythmic reverberations

walk the world
perhaps not in some far-away
exotic location
but walk the world
in your own neighborhood

in walking there is a perception
that arises
akin to roaming wild and free
walk the world
and know your spirit

...a clan where children

are people in their own right
perhaps, even more so

due to their closer proximity

to Original Innocence

ego keeps getting in the way
i step on it stumble over it
run up against it
until i remember:
Abide in the Creator

so blind, i have to be
periodically reminded

I found myself in a moment in time
no really, i mean i found myself

not until you are overcome
by a moment so consuming
that it totally possesses you
can you possess yourself

not until all your "self" concepts
are completely overcome
undone
can you for the first time
know and own yourself

i heard a voice calling
as from deep within a well
yea, it startled me
called me by name

the voice is the message
that there lives within
a spiritual entity
is message enough for me

something to do with synchronicity...

in my heart, desiring oneness with Nature
and the setting sun, perfectly poised
over a rooftop, between two tree branches
so framed but for a few brief moments

then, being in position to perceive
such a heavenly alignment
a coming together of heart's desire
in time and space
my own personal Stonehenge
even if for a brief moment, only

A blessing bestowed by Spirit
by Divine Providence
.