Some Poems....

Soul Conditioning

Adjust and temper:

Too cold   -   smile.

Too dark  -   a  morning prayer.

Too dry    -   a swim in the ecstasy of your heart's delight.

Too noisy -   listen to a blossoming flower.


Lo, you've now entered the Divine garden.

The forging of a plough

The many dig, beat and shape,

Now ready to sing and dance through fertile soil.

The sweeter the song,

The deeper the furrow,

The greater the till,

The plough will follow.

Our thoughts

the building blocks

of our hello's

and good-byes

and everything between

I

Let the I's and me's

give way to the mountain reaches

of the joyous universe


We-become-one

Strife-become-an-illumined-journey

On my feet

I wander through life

with the uncertainties of a newly born foal

taking its first step


getting to my feet

I reflect for a while


Thank God I am now standing

I look around  -

the wonder of it all


Let me run and fly in light and hope

for now I see that doing is becoming