Stepping

Time comes sliding forward
compressed in compartments
moving faster with each day that passes
as the prints left behind
fade from view.
Washing away each second
on the blackboard of memory
the chalk dust settles on empty chairs
waiting to be filled
by a soul that knows,
that understands.
Teaching the lessons
the universe calls to attention
and we are so easily distracted
by the sounds of calm from an angry sea
found between each wave
that slips over the sand,
creating the new reality
we leave behind.
For in the element of world,
the fires that burn
and the water that cools,
we wash our memories of darkness
and make room for light,
letting go what cannot be changed
for we have stood taller
in the thick of the mix,
saving ourselves with words of kindness
and shared amongst strangers
we find one day
the whole of love is all that remains.

Elements found

Grasping the images,
the slipping away of something
seen in the mind of dreams,
so important to behold
yet reaching out helplessly-
watching the mirage dissipate
like dandelion fluff in the wind
and a thousand little pieces
scattering about in the high grass and wildflowers,
we stare at the beauty around us
forgetting what it is,
why it is that we are here
till the moment is forgotten
and we lay down to cloud-gaze
for in this moment,
it’s all that seems important
to the peace within.
I had a dream that woke me
as the moon shone brightly
locked perpetually in her neon silence
and the hues fell beyond the pane,
changes swirled through my soul
like a tornado in the darkness,
feeling like a reverberation
in a hollow echo chamber
as it slid past my consciousness,
the enormity of what was passing
as I stood calm and watching
and straining to hear the answers
to each question of my heart,
I woke to the quiet beating
and the meditative seconds
ticking away as the dawn waited to break.
Taking a breath and trying to recall
the rhyme and reason for it,
and just letting the last minutes play out
I rose to begin my journey
on the path to light.

gateway

The drifting mind

The serenity before storms,
edges tinged with the hope
of beautiful days beneath beckoning skies,
drifting in thought to the wisest words
as we float on the waves of this life.
Where do we go
turning inwards to face the fear
and the thousand nameless eyes that see,
do we truly hear the whispers imagined,
the taunt of the crowd as we stand on the precipice
and stare into the abyss of self
wondering how it became,
how this ocean of everything grew so deep.
We close our eyes and dive in
trusting the calm of our sanctified heart
buoying us upward into the freshness of air
and the simple sound of laughter heard from somewhere within.
To know we float on the top
like thick cream bubbling with effort,
when we stopped to just be
we were carried away to this place
that we had unknowingly searched for,
and damning the eyes that stare endlessly
with the vacancy of a run down motel,
falling apart at the seams
the ruin of time and elements
we are unable to save but ourselves
and free the mind of the terror
and the will that stands strong to endure
for another day is breaching the horizon
and a song plays melodies in my thoughts,
traveling down the desolate highway
we float on the oasis of our dreams
and with a tattered copy of words
penned a century ago yet still felt so true,
set free we follow the piper
to the tribe that waits beyond the stars,
where a simple truth heals.