FLAME AND FLICKER

We are a flicker
of God-Fire,
never leaving
the Source -

But having
fallen asleep
we dream a
nightmare
of separation
and despair.

That ... is the lie.

The truth is
and always
will be...

The Flicker is one
with the Flame.

(c) 1998

AWAKE

The only way out...
is in.

The only way up...
is down.

The only way
through life
successfully...

is to be as
present
with your pain
as you are
with your
joy.


(c) 1998

ONE

As the wave
is one with
the ocean,

As the ring
is one with
the gold,

As the beam
is one with
the sunshine,

So, you are
one with
God.


(c) 1998

ALL AND NOTHING

How do we speak of the infinite?

The void where God-Mind is all - without limit.

The center of flame beyond bright,
both void and light together.

The all and the nothing.

(c) 1998

EARTH WEEPS

Sometimes the Earth
wears a sadness.

A grey trembling.
A weeping whisper
of what could be...

Something I'm aware of
only once in a while.

Then my heart is heavy.

Somehow...
I feel responsible.
What is it...I'm not being?

Have you noticed...

Our Mother
weeps.

(c) 7.4.01

SUMMER MEMORY

I was a child born to dream
on long summer days while
sun sizzled on round river rock.
The glinting golden green waters
slithering between high walls,
down to the slowed pace
of a snake sunning itself on black sand.

Black sand's golden glimmer
off wet footprints.
A wandering track to under
the Willow that is my hide-away.

In green sunlit shadowed hide-away
I hold my breath the better to hear
high-pitched Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,
then click, click, click overlaid
in a symphony of insects and it all
blends into One Perfect Whole.
Soft wind in Willow wands,
brightness of air, heat on sand,
coolness of river, Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.
All into one language only IT and I know.

IT and I know all things are possible
in this sizzling heat. In this shaded cool.
In this quiet buzzing intensity of life.
And I was born to dream.

(c) 6.1.96

SUMMER AFFAIR

Grey skies hid the summer sun
muffled quiet stilled the day
until thunder whispered far away.

Lightly the rain began to sing
as lightening cracked the sky
and darkness rumbled with a sigh.

Thumb sized pumpkin drops faster fell
dancing, leaping in joy they shook
hazing the ground with a velvet look.

Crash flash blinding light
blood pulsing to the beat
of kettledrum and splashing feet.

Sacred sounds of Summer Storm
fill thrill and spill the heart
into the action to take part.

Pounding emotion keeping pace
elemental passion wild treat
love affair with nature - complete.


(c) 7.1.95