Tag Archives: Poetry

What Does It Require to Alter Perception ?

The lie of victimhood having emboldened frustration tries to justify death . Each sacred breath divvied up into worthy or expendable …what’s next ?

It’s time to remind that free speech is responsibility . Not a weapon for one’s own use .

We are limitless in what and how we create and those that choose actions grounded in truth , integrity and compassion lead the way for longevity for the human race .

Experiences hold a key to changing perceptions and when ….that’s not on the table

where do we go from here ?

The soul of humanity is being fully explored . It’s light and it’s darkness are rising to the surface . Meeting face to face and discerning it’s direction .

When the dark comes knocking then it’s time to look and time to rise .

Time to make changes with fearlessness .

Solstice

Walking along the shoreline away from the light .

It had been hidden from sight .

Slowly pausing , my feet upon he sand , I turned around to see the beautiful shifting

in the sky .

The water calm and shimmering and the clouds giving way to the sun’s light

like a delicate dance heading into the night .

In View

It’s so often right in view . The glorious beauty and mystery of life interwoven with past, present and future into one thread . That thread connects us all . The layers of living moving through time and space as one and yet still all at once .

The beauty and the mystery forever intertwined in each breath .

Spirit in the Waves

The water invites one’s woes to be carried away ,

as it lightens the spirit and frees ancient aches so that they soar into the heavens .

Relentless rains and their density are something to beware . Their heaviness can be

dreamt away .

The ocean waves and river’s flow tell their stories to our souls . They speak a language

recognizable to our hearts and invite a dance from the depths of our breath into

sacredness .

What is Freedom without Knowledge

Freedom without knowledge , freedom without wisdom , freedom without compassion . What does it create ?

Without an anchor to your soul and distance from your fears any fool can envelope you in a blanket of their tall tales and drag you along on their crazy lies .

Freedom to create a life that you’ve dreamed …Oh but wait not if they say “No”.

So you go …somewhere and start doing something thinking that this is what must be . And the men at the top talk passionately of freedom , your freedom , as they take it all away. You hear the passion not the meaning and it’s all so exciting . The energy and the community that help you to feel oh so strong grabs you hard , so hard that you forget that it’s lies .

Remember …remember that we all have the right to be .

Dear Wild One

A wild horse stands tall and calm while shadows from the clouds above move across his frame . Uneven terrain outstretched for miles rugged and beautiful and flickering with warm tones of color . The definition of strength seen in the horse’s musculature speaks of a noble history . The beauty is elegant and somehow soothing to see .

You may run as you please dear wild one . Run and run with wind blowing through your mane . The power of your spirit echoing throughout fields and hills all around . The scents of pine and sage and the remnants of a sun filled day linger in the air as you choose your resting place for the long night ahead .

Star filled sky becoming visible and the lullaby songs of the night begin as you settle in beneath an ancient tree . Sweet rest dear wild one until the new adventure begins again ….