I AM A PART OF YOU

I AM A PART OF YOU

Even when apart from you

I am a part of you

like rising water from the sea,

you shape clouds with me.

There’s no escaping you is there?

I surrender and become your  flute.

You make a song of me.

I have always been an instrument of your divine orchestration.

HOME SWEET HOME

HOME SWEET HOME

My ear to a cloud

Listening for directions,

Wondering which way the wind blows.

A bell tolls..

Don’t ask for whom,

There is no one here but you.

You knew this,

But forgot again.

With your inhale hope returns,

With the exhale stillness and peace.

There was never any place to go,

was there?

You have always been home,

You have always been at home.

HIDE AND SEEK

HIDE AND SEEK

I used to pray silently

hiding my wonder and devotion 

like a secret from myself.

If faith is a crutch 

for the weak and ignorant,

I’ll take two.

Humility opens my heart;

I confess

 I need a power greater than myself

to lift me up out of myself

and into a world that matters.

I give thanks to Source,

of which I am a part of.

Although time and time again

I play hide and seek with my self,

Now and then…

I find me.

GONE

It’s so quiet in this house you can hear a tear drop

now that you’ve gone.

It’s so still in this house you can feel the air whispering

now that you’ve left.

It is so empty in this house I can barely fill my shoes,

now that you’ve moved on.

Gone girl…

Gone son…

Gone love…

Who I was, gone too.

I should wash my self of my self,

Be like the melting snow.

HERE’S TO THE CRAZY ONES

The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.

The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently.

They're not fond of rules.

And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,

disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.

Because they change things.

They invent. They imagine.

They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.

They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a picture?

Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or shape a story from a memory.

Some may see them as the crazy ones, 

But I see genius,

Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,

are the ones who do.