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?

Snow Lift

See it.

Feel it.

Waving hands.

Awake faces.

Every molecule is calm.

Oh, what is it about you, Snow?

So pure.

so true.

Never a fluke

even if

you come as a mere flake.

Like a blanket, you envelop me, Snow.

Places To Be

The fifth cloud,...

halfway into heaven

yet not quite an ascension.

Crimson hearts flow their way.

Cherry hearts float up high and away.

A lingering voice says they are all

but one same big ol' trap.

So, what do you gotta lose?

Grab a cherry heart or two.

Float up high!

So high, high enough

to lose the sight

of things devoid of light.

There,

silence shall speak aloud.

Worth Repeating

This is an old scribble I can enjoy again and again.

Love is the Road Home

It might be a free ride

but you still have to pay the price.

Heart for heart makes the sweet price.

I'm jus runnin' on love,

don't really need sleep.

All the fuel I need is love.

It never felt this right

even when the tides seem to be pulling

left and right.

It just never has felt this right.

Love makes sense with you.

Peace never has shown her face up until now.

Staring in someone's eyes has never been such a pleasure

Or have I ever known a bigger gift from up above.

Please know this with all your heart, mind, and soul.

I want to give you my heart...

the truth is probably that

it is already with you.