Looking Good

The Guest doesn’t care what time you think it is, 

or if you are asleep,

and believe you need your rest, 

because you have to work tomorrow.

Work at what?

The guest knows exactly what time it is; 

it is time to wake up 

to the one thing you need to know

which is, 

who you really are-

Dark parts: 

enemies were sent to teach you

how to embrace the unlovable

shadows of your self.

Become whole.

The peace you make with your self

will change this troubled world

into a playground of delight.

What we look like to the world means nothing.

What the world looks like to us

is all that matters..

LONGING

for the elusive truth

That lies hidden

At the center of all the lies:

It was here all along,

I was here all along, 

Like an old forgotten song

Every word remembered,

Returning me to joy.

My joy sings

“I AM”.

Linger

The sweet soft breath of your lover

envelopes your aching body

gently wrapping you in a cloud of comfort.

Your spirit joins a vast and infinite sky

Why ever leave this bed of contentment

for the uncertain winds 

of the outer world,

Stay instead

in the cozy confines 

of love’s afterglow a while longer…

Linger.

Like a River Rock

Have faith,

be patient like the rock, 

feel life rush through and around you,

Gushing streams of grief

 will wear away your jaggedness,

and smooth you like a river stone,

wash away your madness,

Have trust,

be uncertain like a river

and meander to the sea,

that route of least resistance

will speed your emptiness to me,

Have strength,

Use courage like a fist

to break thru what would hold you back,

Persevere and friends will support you

with the love you think you lack,

Pray 

when all else fails,

and be lifted from your knees 

by light and loving breezes

that will carry you to me.

JUST BY OPENING

I was told to read something spiritual everyday

So I reached for Rumi but stopped-

A dog barked,

a crow squawked,

I stood and walked into the wild green world before me.

Why read poetry when you are

Surrounded by poetry?

Why read poetry when you can

Become a poem yourself

In an instant 

Just by opening to the world around you.

JUST BE

Some mornings God and I 

sit peacefully 

sipping tea as the sun rises 

silent and slowly

before that rat-a-tat-tat

of anxiety

attacks my head.

Some mornings just

 "being"  

is more than enough.

It doesn’t matter

what I do or don’t do. 

I love mornings

when God and I combine

our efforts into effortlessness,

rocking ourselves gracefully

through everything we do

and don’t.