Tuesday, October 31, 2006


Dream, you are already here, in paradise. Just sit silently and look around you, sit silently and look within. You have never been anywhere else! The way you are is the only way you can be. Accept it-and not only accept it but rejoice in it. love it, and suddenly you will find you are awake in the Garden Of Life. It is not a question of going anywhere, just of being here now.

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Saturday, October 28, 2006

The Journey Is All

looking back down the road that you came by
and not knowing what awaits you around the bend
would you go on, or would you retreat
if given the option to start your journey again
to turn back the hands of time
is a chance at which many would leap
losing everything gained over the years
but as for me; this life I would keep
with all of its ups and downs
and all the pain that it brings
all of the spices of life that I’ve been blessed to sample
I’ll keep the cards that I was dealt by fate
and risk it all because life is a gamble
I would not trade a single memory
for wealth, position, or fame
my spirit is quickened by the road and its call
I’ll travel this way until I can go no further
the end is nothing

The Journey Is All


Today's word reminds us that happiness is a choice and not an attainment. Many of us tend to postpone joy. We spend our time focusing on future plans or acquisitions believing that will be what finally brings us to that elusive goal of happiness.

Peace and joy come when we stop waiting for the next thing to come galloping over the horizon and recognize our power to choose right now - in this moment, to experience joy.

In a consumer society, it is pushed through aggressive marketing campaigns that we always need that next thing, that next "fix" to make life easier. We depend on products to make us more intelligent, more beautiful, to provide security, etc. and therefore allow us to "achieve" happiness.

The truth is happiness that is dependant upon acquiring things is fleeting and temporary. Its effects wear off quickly and leave the individual feeling empty and seeking the next "fix". When we attain joy through the conscious effort of choice we become empowered, and that results naturally in becoming more at peace and centered in our daily lives.

Friday, October 27, 2006


There is no path to truth. This is one of the most fundamental things to understand. If you are searching for truth, all paths will lead you astray, because following a path means that you have already decided what truth is. You have decided the direction, the dimension, you have decided how to approach it, what discipline to follow, what doctrine to adopt. Your destination will just be a projection of your own mind. It will be just your mind playing a game with itself. There is no way to truth, because the mind is the barrier and it is the mind that creates the way. The mind has to go on an adventure. Reality has to cease for truth to be seen....

Dream with me

Who Am I ?

It depends on you. If you look at me with total emptiness, I will be different. If you look at my ideas, those ideas will color me; if you come to me with a prejudice, then I will be different.

I am just a mirror. Your own face will be reflected. There is a saying that if a monkey looks into the mirror he will not find an apostle looking at him through the mirror. Only a monkey will be looking through the mirror. So it depends on the way you look at me. You see I am ever changing, unique.

I have disappeared completely so I cannot impose on you who I am. I have nothing to impose. There is just a nothingness, a mirror. Now you have complete freedom. If you really want to know who I am, you have to be as absolutely empty as I am. Then two mirrors will be facing each other, and only emptiness will be seen in the mirror.

Infinite emptiness will be seen:in two mirrors facing each other. But if you have some idea, then you will see your own idea in me.

I am here in the mirror, what do you see?


Happiness cannot be found
through great effort and willpower.
But it is already present
in open relaxation and letting go.
Don't strain yourself
there is nothing to do or undo.
Whatever momentarily arises in the body and mind
has no real importance at all,
has little reality whatsoever.
Why identify with it,
and become attached to it,
passing judgemant upon it and ourselves?
Fore it is far better to simply
let the entire game happen on its own,
springing up and falling back like waves
without changing or manipulating anything.
And notice how everything vanishes and reappears
magically, time and time again, with out end.
Only our searching for happiness
prevents us from seeing it.
It's like a vivid rainbow
which you pursue without ever catching
or a dog chasing its tail.
Although peace and happiness do not exist
as an actual thing or place
it is always available.
And accompanies you every instant.
Don't believe in the reality
of good and bad experences
they are like today's ephemeral weather.
Like rainbows in the sky
wanting to grasp the ungraspable.
You will exhaust yourself in vain.
As soon as you open and relax
this tight fist of grasping
infinite space it is there.
Open, inviting, and comfortable.
Make use of this spaciousness.
Fore this is freedom and natural ease.
Don't search any further.
Don't go into the tangled jungle,
looking for the great awakened elephant
who is already resting quietly at home
in front of you own hearth.
Nothing to do or undo.
Nothing to force.
Nothing to want.
And nothing missing.
Everything happens by itself!

Thursday, October 26, 2006

I Am Halloween

Tonight as the barrier between the two realms grows thin. Spirits walk amongst us once again. They be family, friends and foes, pets and wild life, fishes and crows. This feast I will leave on my doorstep all night. In my window one candle shall burn very bright. May this help my loved ones find their way as they travel this eve, and this night until dawn. Bless my offering both Lady and Lord of breads and fruits, greens and gourd. Dark Mother your cauldron is a well of death and rebirth, Dark Father your sword both protects and annihilates. Hear me now as the past year slowly dies, only to be reborn again. May the good come to past, and the bad be cast aside. With your divine guidance and protection. I step into the new year, beginning a new beautiful circle of life........

I am Halloween
With wind and the weather beating round me
Up to the hill and the moorland I go.
Who will come with me?
Who will climb with me?
Wade through the brook
And tramp through the snow?
Not in the petty circle of cities
Cramped by your doors and your walls I dwell;
Over me God is blue in the welkin,
Against me the wind and the storm rebel.
I sport with solitude here in my regions,
Of misadventure have made me a friend.
Who would live largely?
Who would live freely?
Here to the wind-swept uplands ascend.
I am the Angel of tempest and mountain,
I am the Spirit of freedom and pride.
Stark must he be and a kinsman to danger
Who shares my kingdom and walks at my side.
The meaning of the Welkin -The sky; heaven; the firmament.
We don’t use this much nowadays—dictionaries usually tag it as archaic or literary—except in the set phrase make the welkin ring, meaning to make a very loud sound. What supposedly rings in this situation is the vault of heaven, the bowl of the sky

Wednesday, October 25, 2006


When dreams of our hope are shattered

And when life begins to hate life

There comes a pain in our heart

Hard to explain and unable to forget

With time that pain decreases

Seeming to disappear

But the memory of that pain remains


Forever in our Mind

Forever in our Heart

Forever in our Life

She walks by faith
A path ordained before she was born
She walks with a grace
That defies the hardships that she’s faced
She emanates a light
As golden and precious as the dawn
She falls and rises as the tides
She’s a bright constellation in the night
She is courage personified
She’s the touch,
The gesture & the look that says;
“Everything is going to be alright”.
She’s Good Morning Sunshine
And Goodnight My Love
She fits into beauty as a hand to glove
She’s the whisper in the wind
And the rhythm of the rain
She knows sorrows untold
She knows well the concept of pain
And still her peace remains
Her tongue speaks life
Her lungs exhale inspiration
And spirits are renewed
By the quickening of their pace
Natural sight cannot order her steps
She walks by faith…
The newborn soul is tolerant, accepting and willing to give anyone a chance. They are easy to read and easily influenced by others. They seem to have a fresh perspective on life, and are very creative. Inventive and artistic, they are the trend setter. They have an upbeat spirit and like almost everything. Friends are made easily and often have long standing friendships. Impulsive and trusting, they fall in love a little too easily. I am not the newborn soul.....

I am the Bright Star the Dreaming Soul

The Two Traveling Angels

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "Things aren't always what they seem."

The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.

The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused. The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die. "Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it." "Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem."

Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come is always to your advantage. You just might not know it until some time later...

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

I am Nature. The rocks, the animals, the plants, the elements are my relatives. Other humans are my sisters and brothers, whatever their races, colors, ages, nationalities, creeds. The earth is my Mother and the sky is my Father. The sun and moon are my Grandparents, and the stars my ancestors. I am part of this large family of nature, not the master of it. I have my own special part to play and I seek to play that part to the best of my ability. I seek to live in harmony with others in the family of nature, treating others with respect, not abuse. I pay attention to the seasons within myself. Life is a circle with many cycles.

I acknowledge that the Divine is everywhere in the energy of life. I sense the life force in the oak tree on the hill, in the herbs in the garden, in the boulders on the hill. I understand that everything has its physical and non-physical aspects. The physical and spiritual are deeply intertwined, not separate, and one is not better than the other. My worship is one of communion, not groveling. I share my views with others when I sense it is right. There are many ways, not one way, of spiritual growth. My holy places are under the open sky, in the old oak grove , on the vision rock on the high cliff, in the garden in the fields. in the sweat lodge by the stream, by the clear pool of the sacred spring, in the rainbow cave in the valley. Yet my worship can be anywhere.

I journey to the otherworld in my dreams. I fly with my consciousness through time and space. I return with insights. I go between the worlds for healing, growth, and transformation. Psychic perception is a natural, not supernatural, part of my daily life. I attune myself to the four elements of nature - earth, air, fire, water - and to the fifth element, spirit, which is the force that connects all. I see these elements as parts of my self, my physical body is my earth, my intellect my air, my will my fire, my emotions my water, and my inner self is my spirit. I endeavor to keep myself healthy and in balance in all these parts of self.

I hear the cries of Mother Earth. I see the pollution of the air, the soil, and the waters. I see the games being played by nations with the fire of nuclear weapons. I see spiritual pollution, too - selfishness, hatred, greed for money and power, despair. I sense these things, but I sense, too, a cleansing, healing energy manifesting on the planet at this time. I know that I can help bring the planet into greater balance by seeking balance in my own life. I know that my attitudes and my way of living can make a difference in this world.


They were truly beautiful
In all of their decadence
And they were scorned for their courage
Mocked for their visions
They closed their eyes and beheld wonders
Past and present, and yet to come
The ebb and flow of time did not exist
Beauty and everlasting youth
Washed over their bodies
As sea over shore
As surely as they wished
They wouldn't see anymore pain
You close your eyes to sleep
They, the select few
They close their eyes to allow their souls to fly
The Angels eyes are always watching God








Monday, October 23, 2006

We live upon this world

By evolution

We evolved from it’s depths

By creation we were made

From the dust upon it’s surface

Whichever you hold to your heart

Makes this Earth our Mother

And as any good mother

She feeds and shelters her children

Watches them grow and play

Sees their progress and their failures

And like any good mother

When her children need discipline

She gives it

Though our Mother Earth’s discipline

Teaches a hard lesson

For as gentle as is her love

So to is the vehemence of her anger

She has demonstrated

To us again and again

What it means to incur her wrath

She has shook the ground we walk on

And she has washed it from beneath our feet

She has spit out molten rock

And turned our fields to shallow lakes

And still we do not listen!

Sunday, October 22, 2006


I am a beautiful shadow, a very special time of the year. I am the season of cool crisp days, clear star lit skies, the glow of the golden harvest moon a palette of breathtaking colors. I give you this time for rides in the country, walks in the woods, hay rides, skipping rocks in a stream, and watching acrobatic squirrels scurrying to gather their harvest. I am the scent of caramel apples, pumpkin pies and mulled cider. I bring you peaceful solitude and special moments with your family, friends, and loved ones. I give you time for walking hand in hand, for snuggling, for romance and for love. I am a special time to reflect upon and give thanks for those that have meant so much to you during the year. Let me truly bless you and wish you the very best of everything that is beautiful this season......



i call upon you who are unconfined
who have no shape
who are not seen but only in your action
i call upon you you who have no depth
but choose only direction
who bring what is willed
that you blow upon the summers of my loved ones
that you blow summers upon those loves of my love
aid me and I will aid you
i make pact with you
you who are the liquidness of the waters
and the spark of the flame
i call upon you
you who make fertile the soft earth
and guard the growth of the growing things
i make peace with you
you who are the blueness of the blue sky
and the wrath of the storm
i take the cup of deepness with you earth shakers
and with you shape and hollow hills
i make reverence to you
round wakefulness we call the earth
i make wide eyes to you
you who are all aware
every created thing
both solid and sleepy or airy lithe
i weave colors around you
you who will come with me
i will consider it beauty
Let us not listen to the voices of the two-hearted, the destroyers of mind, the haters who are self-made leaders, whose lusts for power and wealth will lead us into confusion and darkness....

Seek visions always of world beauty, not violence not battlefields

I Am The Sleep Walker

From the Point of Light Within the Mind of God,
Let Light Stream Forth into the Minds of All,
Let Light Descend On Earth.
From the Point of Love Within the Heart of God,
Let Love Stream Forth into the Hearts of All,
May Christ Return to Earth.
From the Center Where the Will of God is Known,
Let Purpose Guide Our Little Wills,
The Purpose Which the Masters Know and Serve.
And From the Center Which We Call The Human Race,
Let the Plan of Love and Light Work Out,
And May it Seal the Door Where Evil Dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power Restore
The Peace On Earth

Poem From A Friend

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Beauty grows as we get older
A twinkle in your eye
A smile for all to see
But how can I forget thee
My Angel
When your essence shines so radiantly
Taking my breathe away
Your beauty holds me to this day
A good heart
A good soul
And the capture of your beauty is something
More than I was told
There's Beauty in my eyes
For I Look at you
And Love you
With my heart and soul

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Tonight the rain is turning into ice. I am cold. I stand here alone at the gate waiting for you. I can feel your soul because it is so warm, it heats from the inside out like coals to a fire. I am the wind beautiful, strong, gently pushing you through time. Tonight I need your protection from one of life's many chills. Please keep me from feeling the cold. Keep me safe from the cruel demons of life. Tonight you will leave the hardships of your world. You will gently float away and find me here in your dream.....

I am waiting to wrap myself in a blanket of you.

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Thursday, October 19, 2006

She runs her fingers through her hair
Until it becomes a wild cloud of tangles about her face
An explosion of dark hair creating a faint halo
Casting lacy shadows across her lips
She walks past and wrenches my breath away
A painful exhalation lasting forever
She is wrapped in folds of fine dark silk
Austere beauty with a splash of hazel in her eyes
Her jasmine-scented essence elaborate and delicate
Glancing lightly across my senses
My mind is focused on her
The rest of the world peripheral
Disturbing yet distant
Lost in obscure vestiges of reality
I watch her step out into the light
And blossom into dance
Transforming into an exquisite sensual being
Eyes deep in hypnotic rhythms
Exhilarating and mesmerizing
I love her more than winds can carry
But we have never spoken in the real world
She has never looked my way
I close my eyes to dream
And my soul touches her

Glittering Pen

I hold a glittering pen. My pen weaves fantastic stories. It is more magical than a wand, for it builds ho
pe in the sky where pure hearts have ascended. It paints a story of unwavering strength. May this pen cast a deep warmth like the sun, instilling love in the core of man. This magic will draw you to a world fairer than wonderland. Let me light your dreams with a world created by my imagination. Fore there is magic in my hands, and I wish to touch your heart...

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

In The End

In the End
We will remember not the words of our Enemies
But the silence of our Friends

I have a fascination with my mirror
She has a fascination with me
Sensing my presence and seeking after me
In my mirror I see the reflection of another woman
Her dark eyes flicker like colorful leaves released to the wind
Looking back at me with a knowing stare
Capturing her in a paint box of colors
I admire her from afar and within
Making her eyes my own
I dance before my mirror
But I look from the other side

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the
forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face and thus know the
meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower
and at sunset bend your head in silence

Monday, October 16, 2006

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Few are willing to brave the disapproval of their fellows, the censur of their colleagues, the wrath of their society. Moral courage is a rarer commodity than bravery in battle or great intelligence. Yet it is the one essential, vital quality for those who seek to change a world that yields most painfully to change. And I believe that in this generation those with the courage to enter the moral conflict will find themselves with companions in every corner of the globe.......
i have wrapped the wide world in my wider self
and time and space my spirit's seeing are
i am the angel, fairy, ghost and elf
i am the wind's speed and the blazing star
all nature is the nursling of my care
i am its struggle and the eternal rest
the world's joy thrilling runs through me
i bear the sorrow of millions in my lonely breast
i have learned a close identity with all
yet am by nothing bound that I become
carrying in me the universe's call
i mount to my imperishable home
i pass beyond time and life on measureless wings
yet still am one with born and unborn things

I Am The Moon

As the Waves dance in their emerald green and blue gowns upon the shoreline, the Moon in her gown of White Lilies, comes down from her throne in the sky to shine her light of serenity upon the world of the sea.

The sound of distant splashes tell me that the playful Dolphins of the deep are performing for the Stars that have descended to dance in their skirts of pale gold, with the Waves, to blend their colors in a brilliant, fiery, passionate desire to keep up with the rhythm that Mother Earth creates as she slumbers in her bed of leaves and moss.

The Moon looks on with eyes of palest blue, waiting for the dreamer who will light her heart with love.He will soon join this beautiful world. Together they will make a different light. She will dance and sing with joy. Her skin is white and pure a symbol of tenderness and delicacy. Her heart beat is strong and echoes in the night air. This soul remains filled with hope.

She gaurds the gate, her face pale with tears. But as she looks to the East the Sun begins to wake, her lips of subtle pink begin to smile. She calls for the dreamer once again. He has not found her tonight, but she knows he is searching. The Angel must return to her castle in the sky, to await for the next night when she calls him again to play upon the shores.......

Sunday, October 15, 2006

the time will come
in our very near future
when one more person
invisions a peaceful world
and with that seemingly tiny action
the scales are tipped
the storm clouds will disappear
and a new world
the world that we deserve to live in
as our right of birth
will open up before us
it will be like a miracle
but it is not really a true miracle
it is only us
having changed our thoughts

I dance and I see myself dancing
I love the movement, the euphoria
I fly and my heart laughs
I flirt and I weep and I whisper with my feet
My hands dart past my eyes
Like a flash of sunlight sparkling
The whirling and the swirling
Colors and the lights move with me
I can reach the ceiling
For it draws me closer
To all my dreams
I have become the music
As I Dance

She weeping dropped a tear,

and when it fell

A poet caught the little pearly sphere

And questioned it;

and his enraptured ear

Caught up the things which it began to tell.

He heard the tone of solemn sounding knell

O'er a departed Hope; the cry of Fear;

The wail of Anguish; and soft sighings dear

Which make the lover's lonely bosom swell.

And there he saw ensphered a mother's heart,

Bleeding for her lost child; and open grave,

And Love amid the trophies of his dart,

With every throb of passion that it gave.

All heights of joy, and depths of woe, were here

Encompassed in the ocean of a tear.

We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts we make the world.
Speak or act with an impure mind
And trouble will follow you.
As the wheel follows the ox that draws the cart.
We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts we make the world.
Speak or act with a pure mind.
And happiness will follow you.
As your shadow, unshakeable.
How can a troubled mind understand the way?
Your worst enemy cannot harm you
As much as your own thoughts
If you leave them unguarded.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

If you would have it so,
I will end my singing.
If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.
If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I will step aside and take another path.
If it confuses you in your flower-weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.
If it makes the water wanton and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank.

you say they pass
silently, away
and out of sight
yet never out of touch
as your memories
carry traces
of lost lives
in your heart
fore they are kept
day and night
helping you to see
guarding, loving
watching every step
listening closely
to your every breath
I am not what I was yesterday,
God knows my name.
I am made in a smooth and beautiful way,
And full of flame.
The color of corn are my pretty wings,
My flower is blue.
I kiss its topmost pearl, it swings
And I swing too.
I dance above the tawny grass
In the sunny air,
So tantalized to have to pass
Love everywhere O Earth,
O Sky, you are mine to roam
In liberty.
I am the soul and I have no home,
Take care of me.
For double I drift through a double world
Of spirit and sense;
I and my symbol together whirled
From who knows whence?
There ’s a tiny weed,
God knows what good,
It sits in the moss.
Its wings are heavy and spotted with blood
Across and across.
I sometimes settle a moment there,
And I am so sweet,
That what it lacks of the glad and fair
I fill complete.
The little white moon was once like me;
But her wings are one.
Or perhaps they closed together be
As she swings in the sun.
When the clovers close their three green wings
Just as I do,
I creep to the primrose heart of things,
And close mine, too.
And then wide opens the candid night,
Serene and intense;
For she has, instead of love and light,
God’s confidence.
And I watch that other butterfly,
The one-winged moon,
Till, drunk with sweets in which I lie,
I dream and swoon.
And then when I to three days grow,
I find out pain.
For swift there comes an ache,
I know That I am twain.
And nevermore can I be one
In liberty.
O Earth, O Sky, your use in done,
Take care of me.

Friday, October 13, 2006

In this life we all search for something
Something good and something oh so pure
Well I believe that if you find that one thing
You must fight, for then you will be sure
Could it be that I have found an angel
I can see heaven in your eyes
In my soul I never will be lonely
For there will be an angel by my side
There were times I never thought I'd make it
Never dreamed I'd find find someone like you
Who'd be there when days were at their darkest
Watching over everything I do
Could it be that I have found an angel
I can see heaven in your eyes
In my soul I never will be lonely
For there will be an angel by my side

Thursday, October 12, 2006

I have an urgent feeling
that devastates
my mind
burns my soul
and breaks my heart
takes control of my senses
makes me do the unthinkable
and want the unreachable
turns my fragile body
into an unbreakable armor
and my mortality into eternal life
transforms my dreams
into living reality
and my weakness
into strenght
sends my doubts away
with certitude
and my problems with solutions
cleans my heart from all fears
lights my soul with hope
brings sense into this simple
physical life
inspires my creative mind
that no longer wants to sleep
this magical soul is alive
in light
sparkling with pure

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

When your mind becomes motionless, take a straight look down into the depth of your heart. There you will see my life-force pulsating and thriving. You will feel the warmth of love. As you experience this pure love, what we all call "the heart" beams of light will begin to radiate from the center. In the brilliant eyes of a peaceful mind you will find what some people call Heaven. If you can release this radiance of love and allow it to flow through you, your heart will become light. The spirit of this light will be liberated into the air. Then from a place of inner stillness you will know what it would be like to be an angel soaring through the sky. Now, you will finally understand what it would be like to be perfectly at peace.....

Wednesday, October 11, 2006


is a thing with feathers

that perches in the soul

and sings the tune

without the words

and never stops at all

and sweetest in the gale is heard

and sore must be the storm

that could abash the little bird

that kept so many warm

I've heard it in the coldest land

and on the strongest sea

yet never in extremity

did it ask a crumb from me

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

This night I am inconsolable as the world around me becomes to much to bare. Demons come out to crush my heart again. Sometimes I feel I am hopeless and do not want to come out of my garden. I feel to lost to come back into the world I watch from the other side. It is in these times of sorrow that I don't want your comforting touch. I just need to be left alone to sit quietly in the dark. Don't dream of me tonight you will not feel my comforting touch, nor a tender embrace of love. Just let me surround myself with shadows and let my heart break for one night. Don't try to save me when I can't be saved. Keep your tender words for another night when the tides of my heart have changed and my soul flows the other way. But until that time remember I love you. You are the keeper of my heart but for the moment love is not my friend. Your tender touch and sweetest smile are like a poison to my aching soul. So let me be. Let me sit alone in the dark and find comfort in my forgotten world. I will bandage my heart with solitude and dry my tears with time. I know that you will understand. I will return because I am hope, I will emerge from these shadows and once again sit on your pillow. I will watch that cherished smile glistening across your sweet tender face as you search for me in your dreams. You will find me again.......

Monday, October 09, 2006

I would have told you I love you
if we hadn't been saying goodbye
With the end always a breath away
it never seemed real to me
like vapors disappearing before my eyes
and even though you're gone today
there's a ghost lurking within my mind
I wanted you to know me
to make sense of a heart gone wrong
I wanted you to need me like I needed you
and to wash away the sins of thought and deed
You were too perfect to grasp
and too wonderful to touch
but now that you're gone
all I have are memories fading
and a ghost walking withing my mind
It's only now that you haunt me
on quiet, lonely nights
when the wind carries your name into my ears
leaving me adrift in a sea of regret and remorse
I can't face who I am
much less what I've become
just a wounded soul living in an broken heart
walking these empty halls
hoping to catch a glimpse
of the ghost stalking within my mind

Sunday, October 08, 2006

I Watch You Through The Glass

I thought I saw you late last night
But it was just a flash of light
An angel passing
But I remember yesterday
Life before you went away
And we were laughing
We had hope and now it's broken
And I could see it clearly once
When you were here with me
And now somehow all that's left are
Pieces of a dream
And now I'm lost in restless nights
Just a whisper of the life
That we created
Shadows falling I am calling
And I could see it clearly once
When you were here with me
And now somehow all that's left are
The faded photographs
The frame of broken glass
The shattered memories
Time will soon erase
All these souvenirs
Falls from a thousand tears
But when I wake up you are never there
We had hope and now it's broken
And I could see it clearly once
When you were here with me
And now somehow all that's left are
Pieces of a dream
I am a piece of broken glass

O silent wood, I enter thee
With a heart so full of misery;
For all the voices from the trees,
And the ferns that cling about my knees.
In thy darkest shadow let me sit,
When the grey owls about thee flit;
There will I ask of thee a boon,
That I may not faint or die or swoon.
Gazing through the gloom like one
Whose life and hopes are also done,
Frozen like a thing of stone;
I sit in thy shadow - but not alone.
Can God bring back the day when we two stood
Beneath the clinging trees in that dark wood?

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

When I fall, He lifts me up!

When I fail, He forgives!

When I am weak, He is strong!

When I am lost, He is the way!

When I am afraid, He is my courage!

When I stumble, He steadies me!

When I am hurt, He heals me!

When I am broken, He mends me!

When I am blind, He leads me!

When I am hungry, He feeds me!

When I face trials, He is with me!

When I face persecution, He shields me!

When I face problems, He comforts me!

When I face loss, He provides for me!

When I face Death, He carries me Home!

He is everything for everybody everywhere,

every time, and every way.

He is God, He is faithful.

I am His, and He is mine!

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Whatever thoughts you plant in your subconscious mind
and nourish every day with conviction and emotion
will one day become a reality.
Constant repetition carries conviction.
Repeat something often enough
and it will start to become you.
A change in what you tell yourself
will result in a change in your behavior.
What you impress upon your mind,
you'll inevitably become.


Thursday, October 05, 2006

make me an instrument of your peace
where there is hatred
let me sow love
where there is injury
where there is doubt
where there is despair
where there is darkness
and where there is sadness,
grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console
to be understood as to understand
to be loved as to love.
for it is in giving that we receive
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned
Prayer of St. Francis

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Who Visits My Heart?

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

The sound a bomb makes

is easy enough to mistake,

easy enough to set aside

when there is work at hand,

and even as we step from our offices

and peer upward at the

higher floors of the building,

we are expecting to see that

something has fallen,

because that noise, that profound bang

seemed like a falling body,

a book cart, perhaps, precipitated

from the top floor and coming

to rest outside our door,

but there is nothing, nothing but

faces looking down at us,

asking the same mute question,

wondering the same thing,

not yet ready to consider that

we have been blown up,

and we go back to work,

backto mundane tasks

until the callto evacuate comes to us, and

even then, we walk calmly,

shrugging, into the open,

under the iron gray sky,

and we are directed to cross the street,

to get further from the building,

to establish a safe distance

and let thegathering authorities do their work

and we stand together in the spitting rain

and speak of it, not knowing,

and it was only a small bomb,

after all, and no one was hurt,

so we joke about perhaps blowing us up on a sunny day,

so that standing on the public green

while police tape is spread

might be more comfortable,

and we forget to mention

it to friends on the phone,

because, perhaps, bombs are not so unexpected

to us any more, and it takes real blood,

real, smoking craters in the earth and death tolls

on the nightly news to crack our jaded shell,

and little enough sense of violation when we are

blown up in only minor and inept ways,

after all, for we have seen worse than this,

and expect worse, and know that the world

is not nice, or kind, or forgiving,

though some of us have still gotten lucky sometimes,

and remained more or less



Dragons usually lead a solitary life until they meet their life-long mate. Then they will perform their mating flight ritual. It is a grand site to see. When a female dragon is ready to mate. She will sound a"mating-call" to all the mature males. She will then fly as fast, and as high as she possibly can. Only the strongest and fastest of the males will catch her. When a male dragon finally catches the female at the climax of their flight, they will literally hang for a second in mid-air with the male wrapping his tail and wings tightly around her. The female will follow suit as they begin a free-fall which is the mating session. Falling fast, the mating only lasts a few seconds, and both dragons will break off just before crashing into the ground.

Then they will sail into the darkness together........

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Grateful angels sing at Heaven's gates

In choirs, well, perhaps five trillion strong,

Unleashing love insatiable in song,

Love unknown to those of other fates.

In us, so far removed from such high states,

Alien even to where we belong,

Neither here nor there for very long,

A love like that retreats, and doubts, and waits.