Surrounded

Today,
if only for a little while,
I became a flower.
I shed my skin,
exposing rainbow-colored petals,
and experienced
nature’s transformative power.

Entwined and surrounded,
pushed and pulled towards the good,
my body reflected colors and shapes
in an unfolding mystery that can
only be, divinely understood.

I didn’t care that what was
happening to me, made no sense.
It mattered more the way I felt
and it only got more intense.

And it caused me to remember
a time that now I wanted to relive.
The pathway is clear, with nothing to fear,
just the godly-human need to forgive and give.

Now I’m found

No longer a seeker
for now, I am found.
I’m a feeler, I’m a thinker.
I make the world go round.

a secret

She
wanted/needed
to know;
so, from her
inner deep,
she heard her
own voice speak;
“the secret is in,
that, I AM,
and ever-always,
have I been”.

a fierce inward gaze

Looking back
over the contents
of her memories,
through the passing days,
she fiercely fixed
her eyes,
in an inward gaze,
it was only then
did she realize,
its her future
she’s setting ablaze.

an orange-beige sky

The old shaman
was losing his connection
with the Great Mystery.
His medicine had become weak,
and he felt unworthy.
So he went on a walkabout,
and while stopping to rest,
he fell fast asleep.
Under an orange-beige sky,
he dreamed and questioned,
but there was no reply.

When he awoke,
sitting and looking at him,
was an orange-beige cat,
who climbed up on his head,
and just comfortably sat.

They could both feel
the interplay of their souls,
and having secured their roles,
a spiritual balance came back.

A young soul,
in an old shaman’s body,
befriended an old soul
in a young orange-beige cat,
whose partnership told the unlikely story,
of his magical powers return to glory,
when on his head he wore the cat as a hat.

She didn’t listen

She was told
not to dream,
that it was
a waste of time.
she didn’t listen.

She thought of
how she felt
when she was doing
what gave her greatest joy,
Then she played with
that feeling like it was
a favorite toy.
When,
she closed her eyes,
and made it her prayer,
without any delay,
she found herself there.

a knowing smile

The truth in her eyes
is revealed in a look
that dispels any lies
the truth had mistook.

In her innocent,
knowing smile,
reflects an inner resolve,
that would make
any truth that’s worthwhile,
materially evolve.

In that knowing smile,
lives a playful expectation,
scripted in divine style,
and written within
her human imagination.

a far away look

if I have a
far away
look in my eyes
you can be sure that
I am far away.
It’s no disguise.

No matter
how close to you
I may seem
I am only as close
as I can be
in my waking dream.

utter madness

Lost in the
falsities of needing security,
in a downward spiraling world,
where most
seek others’ approvals
and a sense of importance,
never having control
over resulting discordance
between mind and soul,
and that makes for
the kind of sadness
that is really
a form of utter madness.

The God-seed awakened

She smiled,
when she saw
within the very depths
of her own soul,
that the being,
inside of her,
is meditating her.

The God-seed awakened,
as the meaning of life
rearranged its themes,
old ones are forsaken,
and everything is of a
substance my spirit dreams.
———–
What next,
will capture my fancy
and rouse my imagination?
I know, when I
start getting antsy,
something new,
invites my participation.

Once my
imagination bestows
tones of reality,
and it feels natural,
to wear;
and if I view the world
from there,
and it is from
where I dwell,
then it matters less,
what’s sensed,
as my vision continues
to outwardly swell.

All things are
spiritually called
before they come to pass,
and once imagination’s
script is installed,
everything needed will,
most assuredly amass.