the winds of truth
finds a way of speaking
even though those who hear it
scream words
what seems clear then
now sounds like magpie's chattering in the wind
where understanding is
Do you remember
any of what you said to me
last night outside?
When I was kissing you in
blinding light
wherein a tear pierces the soul
listen...
can you hear the melody?
Re
mockingbirds mimic sounds
waterfalls come crashing down
reflections touch
whithered with
to touch within those
lost...
but somehow found
a home bound journey
that som
from the window I could see your face
that smile
which leaves one sighing
at that point
Me has a straight jacket on
dancing around the all poetry chatterbox
the rhythm of the rain
falling outside my window
fills my mind with faeries
dancing wit
thy spirit touches
within that miracle of time
where moments smile
leaving on wondering<
Look in the sky!
clouds dancing against the sunrise
almost like a staircase
rising into
fingers appearing from the soil...
reaching for the night...
struggling to get free
when one sees a sunset over the snowcovered mountains as the orange peeks just past the edge of the
Allow yourself to sing
regardless of those who
complain about the noise.
And if you have
Each day I taste the rich flavor
of life itself,
Although the bitterness creeps through
I smile & laugh
as I hear
Those complaints of life itself.
Although life is no bowl of c
to those who thinks
that no one cares.
Remember this...
I do!!!
I know things within
A maiden walked across my path,
She dipped her head at me,
The movement of her beaded braids
The slow speaking red man
his silent brother
the grinning indian,
his shuffling sister,<
Just because nature does not speak the human language,
Does not form verbal words,
Does not
Accept changes
for without them
man becomes as stagnant as the dying woodland pond,
neve
There are many magical corridors.
There are many powerful pathways,
Beware those who would c
Think you know a wise man,
a holy man,
a visionary when you see him?
Think you have expe
Reached from those echoes
sometimes we don't always see,
Touched always in connection,