Sunday, March 23, 2008
A New Day
I have eternity to dwell in the ecstasy of You
For only a moment more will our hearts live in a state of separation
The hours are limited
Never before has the Earth felt such turmoil
Never before have the souls danced with such intensity upon the grounds of despair
All my days I have journeyed to find You
Never knowing our paths were the same
I am awakening in the light of Your love
Optimism is no blind existence
I see and feel and hear the same dying world you do
The difference between us my friend is simple
I know where the darkness leads to...
A new day!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
February 6, 2008
Love,
ME
Monday, March 17, 2008
A compilation of everything I love!
I am the flavor of chocolate, and coconut and lavender. I am the memory of your love. I am the blue of the your eyes that match the sky and the bay that I look out on from my living room window. I am the sound of my voice as I speak the words of creation. I am the thought that comes out of The Mind and asks to be set free as acts of love and adoration! I am the voice, and desire, and hope that one day soon our paths will intertwine once more. I am a compilation of everything I love!
away from home for to long.....
We are in heaven. When we take full responsibility for the mess that has been made we will be able to rebuild this garden with many hands. So active have we been in the experience of our lives that we have lessened our ability to pay attention to the details of these well worn roads.
May I forever find comfort in the optimism of a few until we are capable of seeing it from every view.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
pictures
Is this death I am experiencing... I would hope so, for then shall I be born anew to a life where a greater understanding of love is manifest through and through. Daydreams swirl in open skies and how it tickles my thoughts and turns one eye a shade of blue in memory of You, dear brother of mine.
Blissfully she walks through the memory of days come and gone, awakened by the Dawn to write the story of time through the mind of one- so as to eliminate the barrier between our souls. Once the beginning of this journey is through, the promise of find you dreaming the same dream in the light of day is only a kiss away, and there like children we will play until the Lord calls us home again.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
In Red she Rises
Beneath the pads of my fingers are the noises you love to hear
O
Why was I so afraid of the light
Is my face not basking in the brightness of this love?
How many whispers in the darkness did it take
for me to come through and find you waiting so patiently?
Teachable are those who come on bended knees
to hear the voice of the four corners of the stratosphere.
Wealth circulates within me
like the blood of a thousand dying soldiers
You are my brother and my love
while loving the pain free of my conception
What has been delivered is a mesa of hope
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Below the surface
Life worth living
I once lived a nightmare where the colors and frames of the world created havoc on my heart; where the stories of those outside my day to day life seemed to be in a whirlwind of suffering and the meaning of love was masked with the misfortunes of my ignorance. I once lived a nightmare where I could not see that all the love in the world was free. Held captive by shadows of destruction and despair I fell complacent to the direction of a small few who dominate the lives of millions through mass media. Once I was consumed with fear because I didn't realize that before me there was nothing but a world full of peace if I bid it so.
I once had a nightmare that politicians and corporations ran my life. The walls of my understanding of the world stood high. Beyond these walls the truth of my existence dance in the star filled sky and swim below the ocean crest. It is in every face and every task I perform. I once lived in an alter ego where all I could see in the mirror was a reflection of something I could never be. All the while I was missing out on the greatest gift of all. This wasn't the type of gift you can advertise and capture the emotions in a patent. No my friends, the gift of the moment is all one needs to find all the hope needed to change the world, starting with the reflection in the mirror.
There is a moment in history when all the world is destined to wake up and realize that you don't need a T.V. or a magazine to tell you what it means to love, or trust, or succeed. As sure as the sun will rise, so will the minds of all those who find freedom in all the cycles of life. In our culture we have lost the true meaning of life and death. How easily we forget the fullness of spring when winter hangs heavy in the gray horizon. Beyond the chaos there is a song echoing through the trees and tickling my eyelashes with butterfly kisses. The whole world strives to be better when I gaze upon it with eyes of love and adoration.
Meaningless are the days when I felt that someone else was in control of my life. Soundless are the memories beyond the call of the moment for it is here that I can take back the life in which I live and make art. Here I am free to create the most amazing history the world has ever known. How grateful I am for this message of hope!