On this earth,
it is important to remember
you are anything but alone,
that green buds sprout
each season,
that quarreling with
yourself is inevitable,
but that some part of you
is greater than that,
the part you find
in the forest, or near
the ocean - in the wild.
You will find
that the heart is constantly
growing larger, more than
you could have ever imagined
To Remember Everything
Sometimes when I wake
I wonder how such time has passed
How the years have come and gone
and filled me with memories
They become part of me
in ways I notice - and in some I don't
I pray that I become a little wiser
Or at least less foolish
To live without my memories
I might feel free and without worry
but that would only be a part,
just a fraction of who I am
I want live here in the moment
without being afraid of all that's past
I want to remember everything
and allow it to settle peacefully
I wonder how such time has passed
How the years have come and gone
and filled me with memories
They become part of me
in ways I notice - and in some I don't
I pray that I become a little wiser
Or at least less foolish
To live without my memories
I might feel free and without worry
but that would only be a part,
just a fraction of who I am
I want live here in the moment
without being afraid of all that's past
I want to remember everything
and allow it to settle peacefully
What the Spirit Wants
What the spirit wants
is to be noticed, like the
rising sun or like the
hovering moon
The spirit wants us
to pause, and for a moment
become absorbed
in the eternal tension
The spirit wants us
to remember the fragility
and the promise of life
So that we reach out
with a gentle touch.
The spirit wants us to know
we are not alone, that centuries
of passion are watching
is to be noticed, like the
rising sun or like the
hovering moon
The spirit wants us
to pause, and for a moment
become absorbed
in the eternal tension
The spirit wants us
to remember the fragility
and the promise of life
So that we reach out
with a gentle touch.
The spirit wants us to know
we are not alone, that centuries
of passion are watching
The Old King of Misery
The Old King of Misery
was the hardest to tame
he swept up strange thoughts
and mixed them with fire
Like a key without a lock
he shimmered in the mind's eye
creating ghosts of himself
in every corner
His fall began slowly, in the belly
with the knowledge of a universal
seed, one that blossoms out of
compassion
Flowers grew to surpass those
apparitions, the roots spread,
and that rude fear was replaced
by an ancient strength
was the hardest to tame
he swept up strange thoughts
and mixed them with fire
Like a key without a lock
he shimmered in the mind's eye
creating ghosts of himself
in every corner
His fall began slowly, in the belly
with the knowledge of a universal
seed, one that blossoms out of
compassion
Flowers grew to surpass those
apparitions, the roots spread,
and that rude fear was replaced
by an ancient strength
A Bird Over Water
We have but one fragile life
One opportunity to tell the secrets
of the soul, But like a bird
gliding over the water
We are caught in the momentum,
everyday navigating the peaks
of the waves, the shifting breeze
and the glare of the sun
A bird gliding over the water
tells us its secrets discretely,
in a pure rhythm, somehow giving life
to the world around it
It dances with the elements -
if it knows sorrow, it does not let on
It moves naturally and with determination,
full of its own spirit
One opportunity to tell the secrets
of the soul, But like a bird
gliding over the water
We are caught in the momentum,
everyday navigating the peaks
of the waves, the shifting breeze
and the glare of the sun
A bird gliding over the water
tells us its secrets discretely,
in a pure rhythm, somehow giving life
to the world around it
It dances with the elements -
if it knows sorrow, it does not let on
It moves naturally and with determination,
full of its own spirit
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