I walked out ...

I walked out one morning
To greet the new born day
To see the new born faces
And hear what they would say

They told me how to listen
And taught me how to see,
Showed me how to live my life
And took good care of me.

Now that they have gone away
The sun is getting low
I will soon be joining them
But just before I go

I want to tell you it was real
And all of it was true
Don’t forsake the memory
Whatever else you do.

A new Day is coming
When the night is done
Go into that morning
And visit everyone.

Unbelievers believe ...

Unbelievers believe they are right
Based upon a lack of insight
Speaking only of what they see
Disclosing its very paucity.

An inner life they can’t describe
Is greeted with a diatribe
A wholesome fear of being misled
Frightens them away from what is said.

Mistaking faith for blindness
Only fools show kindness
Images appear
From the things they see and hear.

Courage to engage in symbolic thought
May give them a glimpse of what they sought
When truth was found in denying
Things they had not seen for trying.

In heaven ...

In heaven people love each other
In hell they love only themselves.

The first heaven is love of another
Second is love of truth
Third is the love of God alone
Fourth is only the heart
Fifth is the will of the Creator
Sixth is the banquet of the Lord
Seventh is everlasting fidelity.

My soul is moved ...

My soul is moved
As you mention my name
When you think of me
I am beckoned.
The truth, I suppose,
We’re never apart
At least where love is reckoned.

Nothing alters a changeless soul
As it appears to grow.
A changless beach must lengthen
Whenever the tide is low.

You are the moon and I am the shore
And the tide, our communication
Thus will it cycle for evermore
As we grow in appreciation.

If I could take ...

If I could take what I learn inside
And when I’m asleep at night,
And tell it to everyone I meet
Eventually there might
Appear in the dust
That thing that must
Make it all right.

My dogs are gone ...

My dogs are gone and I must watch
As subsidized cats devour birds
Those graceful winged creatures
Those messengers of north and south
Symbols of the coming peace,
Of man's hopes and aspirations.
Feathers and bones attest the nearness
Of the crying shame
To the splendors of a shining dawn.

Symbols are just symbols
We must not be carried away
By the lessons of evil we learned
At the dawning of the day.
The early worms are eaten
By the first birds to arise
Every symbol lives, it seems
And every symbol dies.

We are also symbols
But symbols who read
We learn from what is written
And follow it's lead.
When our symbol fails to thrive
And goes to the cats once more
Our knowledge will still be alive
Or what are symbols for.

If my soul could speak ...

If my soul could speak, and you know it can,
Just as it can see and hear
It would tell of a wondrous world
That is near, so very near.

If it knew, and you know it does,
It would say what to do, just because
Of the love it bears
For me and you.

If it could hear, and I’ve said it could,
It would listen, then burn away pride
Draw its mighty sword and divide
Light from darkness, bad from good
And strive toward what it knew it should.

Until Nirvana’s gates stood wide
And it was asked to come inside
The world of oneness, to bow at the feet
Of Him whom it has come to meet.

With gratitude and grief for the past
Reaching that gushing font at last
Feel the wind through its hollow reed
Escaping both ambition and need.

Here is the shore of the ocean I named
It is just as close as before
But there is still a ladder to climb
Still another door.

Even poetry can’t describe
Those things that still lie hid
If my soul could go, and you know it did,
It would see these, too.

My eyes can see ...

My eyes can see the clouds in the sky
The mountains the valleys the seas.
My mind can imagine and see far beyond
Understanding the nature of these.
My heart can see over ages
Uncovering things unknown.
My soul knows neither time nor space
And sees what it is shown.

Over the hills ...

Over the hills and far away
Where elderly gentlefolk sing and play
(So no one has to watch them decline
Or include them in a busy day)
Some of the greatest answers lie
Where wisdom is safely stored away.

The Great Being summoned ...

The Great Being summoned you into His court

To be judged by Him alone.

Some of you welcomed this wondrous gift

And so your love became known.

Some of you fled in terror

To a place you could not hide

The choice that you had made

And the secret motives inside.

Communication is symbolic thought ...

Communication is symbolic thought
and all creation is symbols.
It tells of what alone is not
symbolic, but unknowable,
unsearchable,
unattainable,
unreachable.

From floating palaces ...

From floating palaces where kings are overthrown
To a witch's kitchen where shadows are grown
Darkness, suspicion, scheming and lies
Blindness is caused by closing the eyes

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.

Some pages are stained ...

Some pages are stained with tears, others are stained with blood, but sometimes all I have to use is a little ink. Between the lines where rivers flow and oceans surge beneath storms, the meaning bears the message of love to connect our hearts as one. When the bridge is built, we may pass between, no need for stained pages in the great unseen. Integration, ascension, transformation, transcendence, the job is done.

When the worlds lament ...

When the worlds lament signals Gods descent to the darkness here below,
Stand in a place that is holy with grace and forget everything you know.
He comes in a hurry that causes a flurry and panic and fear abound
Don’t insist though you must persist until the answer is found.

When you suddenly realize ...

When you suddenly realize your life is done
And others have started to take your place
You’re walking toward that setting sun
Contemplating what you face.
Either your heart is filled with joy
Or fear and trembling seize you
The choice is still yours to make
No one else can do it, no one no matter who.

Overwhelming good ...

Overwhelming good awaits the soul and the inspired heart endures. The promise is real; the reward is great so never belittle the merit of such an opportunity.

I lay no claim ...

I lay no claim to owning good
I hope I belong to it
I have nothing at all to give
That hasn’t been given to me
Though I can’t possess
I would belong
And in belonging
Find that I am
Freed from limitation.

Freedom is ignorance ...

Freedom is ignorance
Love is pain
Knowledge enslaves
Unity enlightens
Contentment transcends
Astonishment transports
Nothing is aware.

What causes the surging ...

What causes the surging in my soul?
What makes my heart delight?
I haven’t a life left to live on this earth
I have no dog in this fight.
Nothing I have is of value
Nothing I do is worthwhile
All I have left is the love of God
And this is the reason I smile.

Out of the woods ...

Out of the deep woods came a man. When asked, he said, "I heard the call of the horn and turned and looked upon my self and disliked it. From the pain of this accusation I resolved to be a better man and walked toward the sun. The light shone into me, and composed me, integrated me, until I was astounded at what I saw within. This is why I have emerged from this darksome forest."

What if someone ...

What if someone saw me the way I really am
What if someone heard me when I thought I was alone
Would they run away from me, or would they kill me dead
Or would they want to join me, on this lonesome throne.

This is a riddle ...

This is a riddle which none may solve
This mystery of mine
It lives outside of time and space
A gift of God, a sign

I long to have you ...

I long to have you here, not from loneliness, but love.
I want to share everything with you, not for me, but you.
Not because of where you are, but because of where I am.
I haven’t a desire, a want or a need. I have excess, so what shall I do?

Where does good come from ...

"Where does good come from?"
The little children ask.
"Does it come from the earth
Or the wind in the sky
Or the sun with its shining face?"

Not from the earth and the sky and the sun
But below and above and beyond
The good that you want
The good that you need
Comes from God’s abiding Grace.

It is hidden inside the heart
In a land beyond the stars
It surges invisibly
Manifests all
Never leaving a trace.

In every land ...

In every land from sea to sea
In this great world of ours
Shadows of what used to be
Remind us of the hours
When mighty men did mighty deeds
And much hard work was done
To save the wounded man that bleeds
By saving everyone

When you serve ....

When you serve you’re rewarded, and this is how you grow.
When you grow a test is needed to see how much you know.
Every step on the path of faith has a greater test than the last.
The test that matters most, of course, is the one you have just passed.

Within my breast ...

Within my breast there lurks an accusation.
I think it’s not from me but another.
I can’t remember the source, the meaning, or the reason.
I feel a loss; a separation.
Should I cast it out or re-educate it?
Should I go to it and lament with it until it leaves or transforms?
Or should I rise to a place where such as this cannot touch?

It may be just another fragment of an ever breaking heart.
Nourishment needed
Warning heeded.
I’ll send it back with love to the accuser
All must grow, high or low
Our independence secure,
Having taken the cure.

Sometimes ...

Sometimes I open the door, to see the world without.
Sometimes without bursts through to me.
Sometimes my wings are sullied.
Sometimes I fly where answers be.
Sometimes my heart knows what to do.
Sometimes I just escape.

The test is to see if I can remain
Where everlasting joy abides,
Or if the world can conquer me
And all my friends besides.

If I have a choice, and I do,
I choose the better of the two,
No matter what this choice may bring,
I know my heart will always sing.