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.