I have an urgent feeling
that devastates
my mind

burns my soul
and breaks my heart
takes control of my senses
thoughts
actions
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
pain
suffering
lights my soul with hope
joy
laughter
brings sense into this simple
boring
physical life
inspires my creative mind
that no longer wants to sleep
this magical soul is alive
in light
beauty
wonder
sparkling with pure
clear
unconditional

love

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.....

Hope

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

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.......

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

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!

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.

YOU ARE WHAT YOU THINK

make me an instrument of your peace

where there is hatred

let me sow love

where there is injury

pardon

where there is doubt

faith

where there is despair

hope

where there is darkness

light

and where there is sadness,

joy

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

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

whole

Dragons

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........

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.

Forever