Trust

Navigate the darkness.

Edge your way forward, one sure foot in front of the other.

Eyes closed, you trust your inner light.

Immersed in feelings you have no need of sight.

Your inner navigation knows the route.

Intuition the compass of the soul.

Feel the direction, the magnetic pull on your primal instincts.

Trust the path, trust your gut, trust your self.

Keep walking.

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Alchemy

Golden, I am golden,

a fiery sun burning with a never ending flame.

Red hot centre combusting.

Radiating outward,

wave after wave, fueled by a magnificent wind.

Whirling, blowing life into the feeding flames.

I am alight, radiant, glorious.

Raging heat, the nucleus of creation,

throw me down into your molten heart,

transform me in your crucible.

Forged in the white heat, to arise

a phoenix from your flame.

Base to precious,

lead to gold,

transmutation,

alchemy.

My Skin's Too Tight

It don't feel right
My skin's too tight

Can no longer hide
What's on the inside
It's causing fear
The weather in here

I think this is it
My shell's gonna split

It don't feel right
My skin's too tight

Been singing my song
While playing along
Keeping it small
So I didn't fall

But I think this is it
My shell's gonna split

It don't feel right
My skin's too tight

Inside I feel vast
I've let go of the past
There's no more room
I just gotta bloom

I think this is it
My shell's gonna split

"I Dreamt I found two herons in a library, I gave them food and water
then woke up as I was about to take them outside."

I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung.-Tagore

A Moment Spent

Time
d
r
i
p
s
from the anxious clock

No stopping the onward motion
one brief moment morphing endlessly
. . into the next
. and the next
and the next

It never ceases

You can not hold these moments
they
s
l
i
p
through your fingers

Snapshots of instances stored like photos
freeze framed - locked in our memory
pressed like dried flowers
in the pages of a book
illustrating
the story
of our
lives

Treasure the racing moments
for once spent
they are
d
e
a
d
and g o n e.

"We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand
- and melting like a snowflake." - Marie B. Ray