Being in states

Coming home to the soul
to feel the peace in dreams,
wonder found in images
being in states of now.
Long gone emptiness filters
through the tiny holes of endless space,
slipping down to glean each word
piece by piece finally found
and puzzles built slowly,
edges fitting and some expelled
to the pile of useless things
we gaze at the depth of movement
as pages stacked one by one rise,
we find the sense of being
a part of the promise fullfilled
and stand strong to take new steps
towards a limitless path
waiting.

Superheroes

We settle amongst the comfort
of places remembered
wrapped in our superhero capes
we fly through the bliss
painting our worlds
with color.
Saved by the deepest breath taken
we smile passing the blur
of the darkest clinging edges,
the words and illusion
of a control we give away
like candy at the door to door
costumed in our dreams
of being something more
than what we see in mirrors.
We learn and rise
into the ease and fit
of days filled wih the sweetness
of life and love given,
we share the highs and lows
giving a bit of our goodness
to those in need
of a drawn smile
or a shared story fueled with laughter,
we stand on the precipice
a new day emerging below our radar
and standing tall
we grasp our brushes and paint the walls
hiding the ugliness
of cracking brick and emotion
with a new view of tomorrow.

Beside beauty

We come to quiet places
searching for the elements of peace
beside beauty we feel the sense
of being part of a whole.
Water whispers with ripples heard
like a beating heart
measured and true,
and beneath the bluest skies
and the leaves that find
time racing down,
show off their wonder
in falling compact colors
they drift on water,
spinning tiny boats moving on
and we sit beside
in contemplation of changes,
settling into the temporary scene
before we rise content
and with the passage of moments,
take memories
and leaving nothing more behind,
move forward to our next dream.
Life, like streams cutting through
molding the hard and seeming unchangeable rock
we wear it down through the years,
smoothing edges just by being,
and become a scene as natural
as each breath we take,
beside beauty we become
everything whole and good,
a calmness found and claimed
under the warmth of a late day sun.