sometimes you lose them
like a river
so that sometimes
I could just float
and forgive myself
for having lost them
the ones who had to go
I argue with God
and pray or whatever
you might call it
I say in disbelief
no, you can’t take him, take her
Not to be listened to
My plea cannot stop
their last day’s destiny
sometimes you lose them
So many things my heart possesses
That it chooses not to reveal
A cold glance could divest it
Just as it’s learning how to heal.
The song is not yet over
For the ones who haven’t learned to sing
The rhythm of life felt deeply
Runs in the veins of all who dream.
Gold lights of the hill string the darkness with jewels, bright dark canyons shining. Shine back shadows, gleam brightly back, candle light birthing in you.
while i fly higher than the sun
maybe you can see my shadow
while i hide under the river
maybe you can catch my tale
begun before i knew it
awoke to signs on my crib
and sighs and cries while
familiar people vanished
and dry skies and shaded eyes
swaddled me till i could walk
hidden by desert veils
unbidden anger fighting with
fists against closed doors
why am i unknown
why is the sky so distant
where am i and who
our existence like sand dunes
under the winds
white edged thoughts of blinding lightning,
deep caves of cool blue sudden darkness,
your dreams tell stories to your midnight daylight
you are different than you think
I am not as holy as I could be
I am swimming in the stream of life
I am dancing with my devils
Giving birth to angels on the side.
I am living with my sorrows
And dreaming of my joys
I am honoring my heroes
While playing with my toys.
Oh crazy angels guide me
For I am one of you
A human trapped inside me
Dreaming of becoming new
Sun rise and sun set
Moon rise too
Starry sky abounding
Dark pool, face reflected
Is that you?
the fog advances
like a wall enclosing
hiding ridges, valleys and distant lights
till all I see is my own piece of earth
and that, dimly
sounds are muffled and thoughts too
i draw my own circles around me
when I cannot see
my eyes are opened
What hidden reality is present in life when we see with eyes of wonder
Do we need technology to show us what is always present
Or do we sense it and feel it now.
Virtual reality populates empty rooms
Life lives in open spaces.
May the virtual reality artists make their games poetry.
May the empty rooms fill with life.
Dreams and visions are the conditions of the people.
Reality imagines, even technology can dream.
dance along your mystic path
moon serenading the wild world
dreamers smile suddenly in their sleep
you have given them a gift
dream on into your promised land
the tree there is heavy with fruit
verdant life returns your gaze
read the hidden book there, it is yours
descry within your radiant heart
a fire reflected there that sparks and burns
a voice singing in words mysterious
then dance on until the dawn returns