grow love grow

A small tear drops
expressing the depth
of emotion to be known
you bring to my heart
each treasure, each piece of gold.
You, you and you, jewels and gems to behold
as the life, our stories, unfold
love shared is consoled.

You inspire in me
that which I AM
knowing my heart
the depths of my soul.
In its pains and sorrows shared
you show me that you cared
and listened to the stories I aired.
How could I continue to be scared?

A privilege it is
to be here with you all
doing life together
how can any of us fall.
Arm in arm we will go
even though the way be slow
friendship’s warm-wind will blow
feeling the love grow.

what is love

Spirit is Love. Love for God. Love for Creation. Love for Self. Love for Others. Love and Spirit are inseparable, clumsy in this material world; clumsy in thought, word, and action, but powerful beyond measure. Love is authentic and truthful; it is not an emotion alone. It is far more: It is a connection to the everlasting source of life. It creates an energetic force that courses through our spiritual being causing a sensation of bursting us wide-open. This divine force, so unknown and untapped in our lifetime overwhelms us with love, blinding us to the intention of the gift. Rather than openly sharing, we wish to hoard the gift and sensation, sharing with no one. The gift of love is to be given, not taken, nor to be solely shared with one single individual. It is a life-giving energy that transcends all situations, elevating the life experience of our spiritual selves.

How do we as simple human-beings, so untrained and under-developed in the spiritual realms, learn to let this powerful force flow? It catches in my being, in my breath, in my heart. I wish to hang onto it, to someone else’s, hoping for it to never change. Other times, it brings such pain. The opening chasm aches for all the pain and hurt being experienced in the world all around me. And yet, I know, and have experienced, the truth of its undying source; it’s ever-flowing ability. If only I could sustain that peak. The paradox of being human and spirit; of wanting more and wanting less; of wanting it all and of wanting nothing; of needing companionship and needing to be alone; of wanting love and yet, to still taste hate.


The message
silently whispers
shifting the sands
of our desert plains
forever restless
until we listen.

Then our magic
is unleashed
first with a trickle
a steady small stream
continually growing
until finally
we become
a powerful energy
to be reckoned with
like that of Niagara Falls.

Our Power
now unleashed
pushing us forth
to ourselves
and for all to see
The Magic
each of us creates
changing us all

hello life

Hello Life
How are you today?
You are so complicated
And yet so simple
I can never seem to grasp
The art of accepting you
Each and every day
Sometimes it works
But other times
You are so full of wrinkles
That no matter what I do
I can never iron you out
But then, I would forget
And the wrinkles disappear
Now tell me life
How do you do it?


A fast busy life
Trying to live
Trying to survive
Working everyday
To keep up with the bills

Gotta get somewhere
Just can’t stay here
Always need more
Something new
Something excited

None of it necessary
But obsession rarely is.


It descends softly

Enveloping me slowly

With a million tiny gems

Sparkling in the mines

Of my minds eye

Creating a warmth

Of peace and serenity

Lying there still

Waiting, in the darkness

For the escape

That awaits me

I drift slowly

With the ebbing tide

Of time and distance

No longer a reality

Thoughts become dreams

Dreams become reality

Running from the demons

To find a sanctuary

Of magnificence and grandeur

That will protect and warm

The battered heart and soul

That battles the real world

And spirits of the night

follow flow

My mind and life are coming alive once again
to share scattered thoughts of
random order and chaos of disorder.

There is magic in words, in mind,
in sight, in everything we do.
What can be conceived can be believed
as so much of what is, once never was.

We are Gods, we are creation,
we are here constantly creating.
Each waking moment creating our reality
seemingly unreal when the pain is so unbearable and
the reality so surreal in times of ecstasy.

Our minds are powerful beyond measure
conducting maybe 20% of what is possible.
What greater symphony might be experienced
if we could access the complete orchestra?

The music of our lives hits lows so low
too often it seems the highs so far
in the distant past as to be almost
unbelievable when experienced again.

And yet, there is still so much that is possible
for us meagre beings inhabiting a small part
of such a big universe that can hardly
be fathomed so we don’t even acknowledge,

preferring instead to stay in our head,
creating our own little world, of which we
are the masters of the universe,
the centre of all creation and attention.

And yet, even so, we are creatures of God,
honoring our gifts through creation of our lives.
The real question to be asked;
are you of service or disservice?

The challenge of being
less of you to experience
more of you and and life.
What a powerful concept.