Like a bug pressed flat
On the windshield of my existence,
I catch a f l e e t i n g image
Of true S E L F …
Before the swinging arm
Of consciousness moves again
And “I” … am back.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Crescent Hook for Wayward Thoughts
October moon rises- -
Orange from the sun.
Crisp air shudders.
As tree waits,
One leaf falls.
Rabbit hops,
Crow flies.
Mysterious womb gathers
Scattered dreams of receding day.
Moths parachute through time…
Dusk
In the still air
Mind finds
Her hammock
At last.
Jam with that?
I ate toast for breakfast
Smeared with dreams
To code my life
With certain things–
Some make it simple,
Others make it hard
To exist as me
In life’s backyard.
Soul’s Troll
The spiral path
To your soul
Is guarded by
A lonely troll.
He endeavors to stop
All who enter–
Who try to grow
And find their center.
It’s not his fault.
He has forgotten
His real, true purpose
Is to show you the button—
The button to press
To open the chamber
That passageway to
Love’s container.
When you’ve mastered
The keys to life’s game
You are ready to pass
Into this flame:
The center of the heart,
The gateway to GOD…
Home is where it leads;
The troll is a fraud.
So, know that he’s there,
Nod when he tries
To keep out what simply
must pass on by.
Sooooo…..
In you are going,
In you must go.
Your destiny awaits you–
At the end of the rainbow.
And then the star
And then the star
turned out its light
fell down to earth
whilst burning bright
born as a child
to a willing mom
who dreamed a dream
the star came from.
Poem
Once I hid a dream deep in my heart-
A dream of love, healing, & art.
And many days I forgot why I was here;
I wondered around lost–in sadness and fear.
But the dream wouldn’t die
It kept crying for me–
Look here, listen up:
You have reason to be.
Don’t lose faith now, child. Your gifts are many.
Just because you are confused doesn’t mean you’re unwilling.
Shine where you can, love every day.
The dream in your heart will eventually play
A song you remember, a word or an ode
That unlocks the mystery
of your deepest code.
Sometimes a dream…
Sometimes a Dream happens,
And you don’t know what to do…
If you don’t follow it,
It will chase after you.
(acrylic painting by the author)
