All that is

We exist somewhere
beyond the knowledge of reality
in the cradle of belief,
we create to live
in the flowing of tides and words.
The heart fills and empties,
overflowing with the goodness seen
as we swim through the depths of wonder
and ask questions of the stars
even when silence is the only answer.
All that is
lay somewhere within,
the I that is
laughing with mirth
as the dreams and thoughts pass
through the hollow emptiness,
like tunnels of space
we keep moving forward
for we know that retreat is folly.
Yesterday sits on a shelf
and the book waits for more thoughts
for empty pages are sad
and an overflowing mind only knows
the coolness of water that washes away
the dirt and dust,
leaving a sparkle and shine
that touches within.

Moving mountains

Upon the rocks shifting
Thoughts move to images below
Glistening water filtering
Between the clouds of my day.
Stepping higher into the mind
Grasping stones to climb
Sun so close yet so far
I reach out to touch
The face of morning.
Stumbling yet moving forward
Muscles tested to tense and release
And the quivering of knowledge
Pushed to the point
Of wide open spaces
To free fall into the magnificence
That is life.
How I long to linger
In quiet spaces
To see the beauty of familiar faces
Weather worn as each day passes
Growing into the beauty of their souls
And magical wishes that
Everyday can be like this
And the truth in knowing
That it shall be.
To go so far
Touching the top of the sky
The blue that had seemed just too far away
Turn around to find
The middle ground of peace
And the journey along the way
Scattered with memories
Like each stone moved
To make mountains.