Seeker of Magnificent Peace…

September 14, 2017 § 2 Comments

…is what you are, they said, with eyes upward, always
searching the sky for answers, connections
as if they were written in the space between clouds
you peel back the pages of unassuming novels
and whisper sentences aloud 
while divinity falls from the pages
you can’t help but hear the silence between spoken word
peering between the eyes of the same, the other
suddenly finding presence in a habitual day
presence that wakes you up like cold water 
you swallow the steady tones of your yoga teacher’s chant 
“open your crown chakra, 
see the barriers fall between you and the divine
you are connected to the wisdom of the universe”
inhale, exhale
never stop seeking 

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rise again

September 5, 2017 § Leave a comment

when the ocean falls
but rises like a bird dives
then rises as a carousel dips
and rises to the falling winds
which rise like a smile turns
and rises like the sun sets
but always, always rises.

reason

September 5, 2017 § 2 Comments

sometimes the wonder
is just all too great to hold 
so, I write a poem

perspective

April 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

from here,
the expansive sky appears still,
a serene pool of black
spilling over with eyes
as twinkling stars, their light spreads
across our faces, their depth remains
a mystery, as we look up
from here.

like us,
they misalign, wander,
fade, become lost in blinding waves of black,
it’s a wonder they can breath,
it’s a wonder they find the surface
of our small rock
their light swimming through
the depths of their lonely home
positioned so far, they find
enough light, always,
to radiate 

through space
through years
through lifetimes
through innumerable expanses of darkness.
their light dives down
all the way
to us,
to here,
spilling perspective
across our eyes

 

into the sea

November 8, 2015 § Leave a comment

it’s a pull that feels like the tide

rushing backward into the sea, so quickly

that the seashell you reached for was overcome

by its grip and pulled with the foam

the sand and the brush, slipping

from your fingers backwards

into the sea

Catch

April 7, 2015 § 1 Comment

I wish that life’s answers
Would fall to you like rain
And you could catch them in your hand
And never doubt again.

to rise

December 9, 2014 § 5 Comments

those rows of roses
all sowed just so, sewed
with thread, they were tread
in a path just so

and we ambled through as anglers
searching madly, blindly
through the murk, the dark
in a sea, we couldn’t see

we sang songs in our blindness
forcing fallacy filled fantasies
and what we read in the dark turned red
like those roses

but thankfully with care
we came up for air

above it all,
we rose

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