"Faith sees the invisible,

believes the incredible,

and receives the impossible."

-me a few circles ago

(circa. 2003)

"Love is faceless yet carved with definition like the wind."

Stephanie Gasco

(11-15-10)

To Dream

Here, I tell you of an irony.

Life is but a dreamy reality.

Reality is an anchor

as

dreams are.

Imbalance gives birth to illusions.

So, let's dream and live well, right?

Brother Bay, How I Love You So.

Amazing Grace.

How sweet the sight.

Shooting stars seen through gratitude.

Elation through the cobalt skies.

Glad cries empowered by pure awe.

It's true after all, Brother Bay.

You've always been by my side.

This just has been my forever...

This place.

Now I gotta let go.

Like a baby's gotta grow,

nothing ever stays the same.

The baby can't stay a baby.

Sameness is just a small illusion of the illusions...

Believe in the truth.

The truth isn't the sameness of things.

The truth is free.

Why Dance Alone?

Shades of Reality,

Yours and mine.

In that pile of hay

Awaits a slice of harmony.

It's just best that

I'm not left

alone with my thoughts.

Of so many abysses

I could choose from,

I'd much prefer to stick with Jesus.

Didn't your mama say

it was best to play

safe than get in harm's way.

If I saw every bird

That was trying to drop a sign,

Maybe I would know

a tad better.

Water Bubbles

Is it only my vision,

the things I see?

Or is the reality cloud

that is becoming rather obscure?

I know I am

with nothing but questions.

It might just be time for reflection,

to trek upon the treaded.

All My How's...For Now.

How do I know what vitamins I need?

How do I find my sanity?

How do I rediscover my red, white, and blue?

Is there rediscovering anything?

Do we just run in a hamster wheel,...

the pile of whatnots we leave behind

and mistake for progress?

Hazy.

Not quite insane.

Bogus.

Mirages are what YOU see...

and they become what you feel...

until you slip past them.

So, yeah, what is real?

Tell me.

What a dime and a nickel make.

Compare the click of metal to a gust of wind.

Go ahead.

A bit o poetry

I aspire to write

for that I often rise

under a hovering cloud

that is rather dim and misty.

I write of happy things,

the things we know of

only far in never-never land.

I do so to flee from the cloud.

Put me not in a corner

for that I too rise to lilacs,

daisies, irises, and mistletoes.

They too dwell where I live.

Wordless Visions

A dismantled youth.

A promising bottle of wine for age.

A broad whirl of flavors spread on the largest piece of bread ever.

The ice cream girl promises you immediate satisfaction.

The realtor promises you lasting gratification.

High tide flows in as low tide recedes.

A fresh breath of brand new life.

A sweet, long whisper of wisdom.

A dance is always accompanied by some ground.

Milestones.

Milestones.

The rock.

Count not the sheep

but the blessings

you know and see.

Moonlight Turns Water into Emerald

There were bubbles everywhere...

Gleams of sparkles played in the moonlight.

There was so much promise in the water.

Only there was no swimmer.

The swimmer never showed up.

There was just no need to come and go.

There is no looking back,

not even if you are on a ladder.

There is only going forward.

Gather your pieces.

Thank your pieces.

Be whole.

keep your dreams not in a bottle but within the air you breathe.

In the quietest hour right past dawn,

Silence speaks as the tone of the king.

Hope shimmers like the face of the queen.

Doubt dribbles on the silhouette of the jester.

Daylight gives birth to day,

warmhearted creatures softly toss towards waking

as

brand new smiles and dreams come alive.

Today will always be today.

Every minute will be its own.

Every breath is sacred.

Every reflection is telling.

Absorb.

Embrace.

Delight.

Reflect.

something like a testimony

There's knowing,...

A knowing

which lies silent and pure within.

It awaits my recognition.

When I saw the laying corpse of my grandma,

I burst into tears

not because I've lost her

but because there has been a transition.

A powerful shift in the consicousness that I carry...

Would I gladly explain this clearly

but the truth is that it does not go much further

than knowing,...

An inner torch of knowing.

no more than a hum in the head

Sometimes I catch myself

thinking,...

looking,....

perceiving,...

Ever so silently,

I'll say

"What a sad world."

Only when this happens,

a happy, loud interception takes place.

"You kidding?"

Reminder: Gratitude and Harmony are often holding hands.

I feel like a amateur sailor

or

even a sailboat weakly worthy of travel.

Wind in my face and hair

tells

vaguely of its direction and reason.

Would I come near

only

could I understand the language of wind.

Hints of places to steer

toward

bring pieces closer together.

An infinite swim in gratitude

will

carry one far.

Some Sense of Direction

Make a Left

to see your Right,
So you can choose right from wrong.

Pack your choices in a bag.
So that way you can empty it...
and set your sail.

Tell me,...
what is there to lose.
We gain when we aren't lookin'.

If Truth had a middle name,
without a doubt,
it would be Surrender.

Sea of Hearts

When the trail of sweet nothings high and low carry one so far.

Where love fills the horizon.

How warmth encompasses the soul.

Why laughter fills the air.

What stands before one is lightyears ahead of words.

Namaste.

A Message to the Sea

Dearest Chief,

How must I wonder of your grandeur. So many things are rhetorically aesthetic on this plane of awareness. It makes sense how we hang onto words when there is far more value in silence. I suppose there is a significant reason or two why our minds are heavily plunged under the influence of language.

There is a conviction somewhere inside me that speaks of true resonance in purposeful living. My consciousness is occasionally graced with the understanding that we don't understand because we need to ride in the dark to realize the light. Here's to brevity in language and overflowing love.

Grazie, Chief.

A Soul's Stretch

It's not a temptation.

I've been told to steer clear

and forget about temptations.

You know,...

This isn't a temptation

This is like a silent waterfall.

It runs deep in my soul.

My bones dance

as my soul vibrates.

Chief, kindly carry me

to the Light of all this.

So, I can understand.

Oh, this isn't all in my head.

Just can't be.

Take a good look around.

Look at this illusion called life.

It's life...

just as it's beyond.

There's only embracing the truth.

This is but a piece of the puzzle.

Why put on a muzzle?