Let me sing

Let me sing beneath the dome of power
Let me ring the bell in the tower
Let me blow my trumpet and sound my horn
And play a clarion call
Till the summons reaches the ends of the earth
To uplift one and all

This bird ...

This bird was happily nested
Until the hunters flushed it up to be tested.
I do not weep for the life of the bird
Only the songs that will never be heard.

Where will I go ...

Where will I go when there is no longer room for me here. Will I be hot enough to rise, like smoke? Will I be bright enough to shine through everlasting space? Will I be flexible enough to flow all the way to the sea? Will I be hard enough to remain as a building stone? Will I be carried forever upon the wind?

Will the memory of me bring joy, or will it cause unhappiness? Will the things I leave behind be blest by my use or cursed by my possession? Will the air I have breathed bring life to others who use it in their turn? Will the earth itself be improved from my sojourn? Will all my forgiven sins be lessons for others and a step on our path?

 What of the stains I leave on paper, will they be seen again, will they be understood, will they instruct, will they enlighten, will they uplift, will they connect? If so, to whom? Me?

Each and every day ...

Each and every day
I get shorter
I get balder
I get deafer
I get blinder
I get weaker
I get slower
I get wiser
I learn the secrets that only time can reveal
The secrets of the aged
I become increasingly aware of my life as a whole
I see connections
I feel as never before the strength of my spirit
I have power
I no longer take myself seriously
I am self aware
Watching others do as I have done, be as I have been
Brings me joy and pleasure
I have learned to wait until asked for advice
And to say only what will be heard and understood
More than this is never needed.

My friends ...

My friends who are searching through heaven and earth
Hold the promise within them of spiritual birth
Answers are waiting, answers abound
Through patient endeavor, answers are found

My friends with the fire of love in the heart
Are deeply aware of being apart
Until freed by pain from this great separation
They live in the shadow of love’s preparation

My friends aware of knowledge inside
Look fear in the face and don’t try to hide
All knowledge points in a single direction
Fear is ignorance, here is protection

My friends on the ocean of oneness agree
That things are the way things are meant to be
But part of the way it was meant to unfold
Is that everyone’s story be properly told

My friends with hearts which are truly contented
Can also accept what is being invented
Allowing the truth to come into your being
Is more than believing or normally seeing

My friends whose astonishment bore them away
Have more in their hearts than they ever could say
The heart is as boundless as heaven above
And smoke always rises from fires of love

My friends who have vanished like glass in a frame
Are truly aware of the reason He came
Light has its reasons for being obscure
And light and its nature will ever endure

My shadow ...

My shadow lengthens in the setting sun
Just as it would had my stature grown.
My hope is when the day is done
The only shadow will be from my stone.

I came from ...

I came from where I’m going and that is where I am. One cannot live continually in one's imagination. Sooner or latter one must awaken. The way the beginning ends is the way that the end begins.

Let your soul lament ...

Let your soul lament the way it was meant till it pierces the surface thin and finds that treasure of joy within. We think the outside is mighty and wide, encompassing earth and beyond, yet inside is so vast with both first and last and the out as well as the in. From where you are lying, the tears you are crying, and great gasps are sighing, you feel like you’re dying; press on. Soon will be rapture, joy you will capture, grief and sadness be gone.

We want to be heard ...

We want to be heard,
we need to be heard,
hence the inspiration.
If nobody cares,
if nobody shows,
it changes nothing at all.
Maybe somewhere,
maybe some time,
thus the anticipation.
Someone will see,
or someone will hear,
our overpowering call.
Wake to the fact that we are gathered here,
Not projected on your wall.
Consider where you really live,
Or consider nothing at all.

What has caused my shell to crack ...

What has caused my shell to crack and the germ within to grow? How did I know I had a root that needed to burrow down or a shaft to find the light I needed for my life? As my green robe appeared and my leaves unfolded, and the light enriched me, I felt my strength wax and I longed to show my gratitude to all who saw me. Suddenly, then, I began to fluoresce and a magnificent show appeared. I felt humbled because I knew it was not from me, but a gift for my feelings of gratitude. Then my flowers withered and something else replaced them; the fruit encapsulated seed, protected in its shell, and I knew my winter neared.

O God ...

O God, the Divine Manifestation of Beauty, lead me, instruct me, show me, uplift me. Guide us, teach us, heal us, up-raise us. Thou art the Sovereign, the Merciful, the Gracious, the Beloved.

In this world where evil lurks ...

In this world where evil lurks inside the hearts of men
And bad is the new good. I remember when
The lives of saints and angels held the greatest of appeal
For youth to model and to follow and to love
Now the rock star and the Gangsta, the dictator and tyrant King
The mob boss and the bankster have become the only thing.
We no longer keep a record of the saints that walk with us
Their names are never mentioned and the records are all lost
The best that we can be, we no longer see
Contempt replacing reverence, cursing for a prayer.

Awareness of the ecstasy of soul ...

Awareness of the ecstasy of soul, joy of heart, rapture of spirit, keenness of mind.

What is this light inside my breast, this burning of my limbs?  What causes the longing for a sense of belonging, a desire to serve and a need to shine?  How can dust lay claim to life, or a soaring soul yet hunger?  There is only one spot where trouble is not, a single place in all of space where absolute peace is all that remains.  This is our home, though we were meant to roam and taste the many spirits, so that when we return with what we could learn, we are aware of where we are.

Knowledge is power

Wisdom is security

Service is happiness

Love is joy

Faith is action

Forgiveness is birth

Patience is reward

Perseverance is success

Courage is might

Mercy is awareness

Grace is real

Bounty is preservation

Kindness is connection

Justice is freedom

Unity is peace

Reverence is confirmation

Commitment is understanding

Belief is vision

Pride is poison

Humility is loftiness

Purity is perception