Translucent Moments

Three a.m. tick-tock mind

through dreams she moves

and in silence she wakes,

listening to the beat

of a universe vibration.

Crystal girl hanging

in the space of a breath,

she slips into the chill

of a pre-morning calling,

wake, wake gentle spirit,

the time to rise has come.

Whispered prayers of a new day born,

as the crescent hangs high,

a smile dancing on wisps of clouds

she gazes and giggles

at the frivolity of her moods,

and sings her silent song of praise.

Letting go is the new translucent moment,

and in her wake she leaves

fractured particulate of sparkles,

glinting like diamonds and quartz,

held close to her heart

she is reborn again in an image

she remembers from the ghosts of the crones

who came before time began.

Listen, she says with a nod,

they know the way forward…

and she follows with a grateful heart.

Moving into the day on light steps

she dances in the darkness of the now,

comforted in her strength

she rises and knows

all is well in her world.

Rising

Rising from the depths,
we reach to touch the self set free
in the throes of a sudden joy,
we find belief in the unknown that lays beyond.

Beneath a gentle morning light
we wander step by step
keeping pace with times demands
we settle into the soothing flow.

Effortless is the moment
that we set aside our small demands
and allow the greatness to flow
into our hands in gratitude.

Searching

We catch the stars like fireflies

caught in jars of our mind,

flickering against glass

and the tiny points of lights

left as a memory

to remind us of something we knew,

that we had tried to capture

often best zipping across the landscape

of the night sky so high.

We watch in awe as days pass us by

feeling so small in the depths of it all

and the moon lingers come dawn

hanging on long enough to touch the rays of sun

and we look away for a moment

returning to find it now gone

sitting on hillsides in our memories

the peace of the darkness lulls us forward

to dream once more of days of tomorrow

and new years to wait on

as the clock winds perpetually on

in our cosmic mind swirl of bliss

we settle in and become one

with this moment

and eager still for the next to come.