crisp light of dawn over the cold blue hills rain from the west letting moisture spill renewing the light like renewing the land holding out hope in the place where we stand days spill over days on this path of renewal certain days of each life turn into jewels
the days of the good and days which were bad prove the truth of our visions, or make us sad down all the days of each life on this planet experiencing the moments as the universe will grant it wisdom and humility lived in our sorrow as joy and strength spill forth in tomorrow
God grants us dawn if we are up to see the potential of growth like wind from the sea viewing the gray light revealing each day the forthcoming vision in life’s vast array hoping for light in that crack which appears on the edge of our horizon dispersing our fears
joys and sorrows from long ago times each day that renews is here to remind how lovers and friends are with us through time held in our hearts and held in our minds the joy that we shared down through the years the lessons we’ve learned from all of our tears
the goodness of each other discovered each day the companionship enshrined to show us our way the potential of dawn to become the full light is followed in the sky expansive and bright then the wind and the rain seen in the west as another day moves forward and we find some rest
the joy on the coast and dragons discovered give us the roots of magic uncovered in dirt of the earth and the misty air enchantment renewed as we linger there greeted by fairies and energy of trees if we are wise, we recognize these
forces of renewal absorbed by our strength recognizing the days that became the length of the dragon’s tail and the tree branch’s girth came down through time since the day of our birth writhing from wind though held in the ground Mystique of the seasons of life can be found
trees last a long time. Lovers will too mist in the morning branches covered in dew like memories and hopes so sublime which prove the true purpose of our time to live each day and hold each breath for each other until the day of our death
the blessings of light at the coming of dawn fill spirit’s gorgeous bright capacity to move on lessons learned and lessons lost some morning dew turns into frost as cold memories are reminders at dawn of places and people from whom we were drawn
holding our hopes, memories, and fears reminders of joy, happiness, and tears seeing these things each dawn of the day as markers of things we learned how to say be hopeful, be kind, be renewed by the dawn listen for the echoes which memory spawns
shining blessings for our hopeful hearts following each other to where we did start hold in the heart the value found there and accept that it is important to show that we care care deep and unfettered because then it is found Dragon tales and love from deep in the ground
What does a sound feel like?
What does a glance trip over?
How many cups does it take?
How far is over there?
How near is dear to my heart?
How many times is too many?
How does it feel to get over it?
Has the sunshine brightened or dimmed?
Can a walk get us there?
Has the memory healed?
Has the truth been told?
What or how or how many?
When did you realize?
Can real eyes see through?
Has the darkness touched the dawn?
Where is it?
How many is too many?
How many is enough?
When did time slip away?
Where did it go?
Can time come back?
Is there delight in midnight?
How do you know?
When do you realize?
What are too many tries?
What would Jesus do?
Can fishes walk on water?
Had time gone by?
What can be done in order to try?
When do questions end?
The only thing I can change is myself There is only one thing The eyes let in the light The light lets in the being Union is the moment Now is the time The temple is released back into universal soul Fears bind us One moment we all will die Our death riding on our shoulder has already arrived Going from darkness to light We come to go This is just another step To a wider perspective Living is the journey through to being What you are fundamentally Does not belong to time Once we master death there is no longer fear Going forward and letting go Trusting what you have done all your life We are born to learn how to die We only carry consciousness across the river All we are leaving behind is a body All those things we cannot see Are all the things we cannot measure Are all the things that matter Being quiet in one way or another Is part of each of us There is not a better something There is union Unity became separateness In order to create individuality In order to return to unity Thought and kindness are the path Serving others, you can find yourself Take part in the world To hold happiness Move to union in letting go of happiness And the breath returns the ultimate joy Nothing can bring you happiness Because you have it already Your experiences are all you have Without a past and without the future All the present moments are the experiences Which are the reality In you You have to live in the world And know you are not of the world The whole world is inside of us The still small spirit
Inspired by On Yoga: The Architecture of Peace A film by Michael O’Neill (Netflix)
Wisdom, strength, humility, joy.
If wisdom be your goal, then knowing you know nothing had better be good enough.
Strength flows on, as time frame is spanned, then forms in space expanded.
If you pray for humility, you better be prepared to accept it.
Joy comes to those prepared to accept, and to those who know what they know, manifest as soul expanded.
Wisdom, strength, humility, joy; all for the glory and honor of the Creator and creation.
The sunset and the moon had a conversation
Why won’t you be with me all night long
the reflections of my glory shine all night through you
All night long, I am still missing you though
The moon shines down in fits and starts
Sometimes as a sliver sometimes just in parts
The moon bursts out and lights the land
in summer nights the day expands
Lovers walk under her light
And making the use of all that’s bright
The sun goes then comes again
It wakes them as another day is planned
The sunset and the moon
In each other’s space will swoon
Giving back when what they need
is just what the other sees
The sunset and the moonlight crossed
Held together, in each other, never lost
Balanced by what they finally found
Each spreads light on the forests’ ground
The sun now ponders, the moon arises
Holding hope that darkness prizes
joy of dreams gives soft renewal
To lift creation like mystic jewels
Joy of light in night or day
Until there’s nothing left to say
The moon at dawn assured again
The alignment as it had begun
The sun would shine
And give light reflected
All in between again protected
As light gives glory and hope renewed
Such are held in morning’s dew.