The pursuit of peace

we wander the space,
caught on hallowed grounds
breathing in the air damp and clean
with feet that tread on softest grass
laying as far as eyes can see
a bed of comfort
home again.
A mind that see into forever,
gleaning the depths of lost souls
that carry the weight
of a thousand stones of heartbreak,
we test the waters
in pursuit of peace.
Nights of silence
broken occasionally by passing entities
rushing to find their way,
going somewhere,
nowhere in particular,
just zipping through the darkness
in search of more.
I breathe in the peace found
so far from the salted clouds
as memories in dreams seek attention
waking to find a comfort of sorts
in a well tuned instrument
of another day dawning,
with eyes that peer from sidelines
seeking to only understand
the changes afoot.
We return the old places,
like lost burial grounds of yesterday
we stand here amongst the familiar
yet sometimes find the soul that drifts
far afield amongst the wildflowers,
wandering in solitude
searching for comfort,
yearning for more.

On vacation with my love and the pups in the old hometwon, remembering the nature and seeing friends daily, sleeping like a babe, and loving the calm of this place.

We are balanced

Between our worlds of cosmic stars

and moonlit forays into the wildness that is

the essence of a life well lived

cleverly colored like magic crayons

we dot the stars with our words,

hang carefully the dreams out on the line to dry

in summer breezes we balance

the presence of the present.

Hoop wishes spinning like sweetest thoughts

drifting around to return once more

to places where we dirty our feet

treading on sacred ground of soul,

where we were born once before we knew

the elegance of a star dust show,

changes that change places with the yesterday

leading us to where the whimsy whispers

sweetest voices heard on high

hearing our plea

responding to the cry

for a place of peace and harmony

swirling around we catch the glimpse

of our future selves yet we know the mirror shows

the who and what we are now

and it is divine in its beauty,

balanced in our form

content in our skin.


I am always amazed by the simple things

the serendipitous moments that find me

like the sweetest blessings,

like words from afar just because

or standing strong in the face of fear

and realizing what looked so large

was something more like a speck of nothing,

the way I can laugh then

wondering if it is the moon

taunting and toying with me-

cat and mouse

in a game where there are only winners

and the pain and tiredness slips under the sheets

like the magician

here then poof “gone”.

What are these, quiet moments below the glow above

as it watches me

gracing my shadow with its presence

creating the length where I pounce upon the darkness

like a modern-day superhero

and it jumps too, where I cannot win this game

in this way

yet if I go below where it doesn’t see

and can’t capture me in silhouette

I make my own shadows with fingers

like when I was young,

and I know as I write this

I feel at times like a pleasantly surprised 5-year-old,

often amazed by the simple little miracle like things

surrounding me,

changing the perspective to not fear the darkness,

but to create my own whimsy characters in light-

because I believe I can

I make it happen

like magic,

I smile and wave goodnight

to sweet Luna who will continue its watch

upon this soul who knows

it’s all magical

and it’s all good.