Do not cry.

As I sleep eternal-
Do not cry for me,
Stay happy in the knowledge
That I am where I am intended to be.

Take heart my dear,
That as a newborn baby I am free,
To go where I am destined to go,
To see what I am destined to see.

Please smile my darling,
As you gaze upon the confines that once had me bound,
And do not long for me,
For my feet no longer touch the ground.

Please hold me in your soul,
For there you will never be alone,
Look inside yourself to find my open arms,
And understand, at that moment, all that you have shown.

For I love you,
And that love will never die,
And as clearly as I return from where I came,
I will be waiting for you~do not cry.

I will own by letting go.

She is my wife,
but not my wife.
She is my partner,
but not my partner.
She is my lover,
but not my lover.

She is not mine,
Her thoughts, feelings and needs are not mine,
Yet they belong to me,
And are the essence of the we that makes us whole.

I do not walk for her,
Yet I am with her every step along the way.
I do not breathe for her,
Yet she is the sound in every breath I take.

I once could not see,
Where the light was the brightest.
I once could not hear,
Where the sound was so clear,
I once could not understand,
What was so easy to read,
I was so smart I could not think beyond the thoughts of a child.

I will learn by just watching,
I will see by just closing my eyes,
I will hear by speaking in silence,
I will be whole by falling apart.

I will own by letting go.

Some thing out of no thing…

This early morning dawn,
Brings some thing out of no thing,
Echoes songs of love, songs of God
Throughout limited time left eternal in the promise of tomorrow.

The boundaries of the flesh,
Brings some thing out of no thing,
As the gift of my soul in flight
Allows my weary bones to find daylight in the darkness of night.

The hand I feel in mine,
Brings some thing out of no thing,
The hope that springs from deep within
Fills the need for forgiveness found in the depths of sin.

Lord, allow me to share
What I am,
No thing from some thing,
Some thing from no thing,
Allow me to feel the warmth inside the presence of cold,
Allow me to see the light in the pits of darkness.
Allow me to hear the music in Your dawn’s early light,
Allow me to smell the green earth beneath my feet
And allow me to taste the nectar of love from within the bitterness of hate.

Never allow me to feel so much that I can no longer feel,
or see so much as to blind me,
Never allow me to hear so much as to forget to listen,
or to smell the sweet in such abundance as I cannot recall the sour.

And Lord,
Your humble servant begs of you, never allow me to become so accustomed to the sweet nectar of love as to not hunger for more. Never allow me to forget the pangs of such hunger, as to not offer this meal to others.

Sunrise on Christmas Morning, 2007


Sunrise on Christmas morning, 2007.

Feel the heat that warms the cold,
Life, the Tao of stories old,
What breaks new of life that’s gone?
Nothing…it’s life found in the breaking dawn.

Revel in life anew,
Not like wings of birds who never flew,
Spread out, rejoice, and let it show,
The spirit shown in all you know.

What you feel is life, what you live is another story.


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