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?