Sea of Love


Where is the Light
Can I hide my eyes
From the morning Sun
Or a Full Moon rise
Without knowing
Its truth Rises
Within my Heart
and Soul Eternal

As the dew settles
On the early lawn
and the Wren sings
to the Light of Day
Hope is forever
bound up inside
the Breath of Life

Faith hidden within
its ceaseless motion
Waiting to be born
Aside this river
Where cool waters flow
As blessings into
a Sea of Love




Sons of the gods
who walk among us
hands to hold
and hearts beyond
the reason
of Saints
and sinners
Words let
the waste
or The Way

Then should
the Father
coming to be
awakened by
in this
summer storm
quiet the thunder
fears revealed
nourish or flood
so feelings
will see

Ghosts ever
Holy, sacred
in glory
or secret
and ancient
in time
this worship
shall empty
love’s longing
water or wine
what Spirits
will be?


I wonder


We look across the face of the planet – our Mother Earth – and wonder why we are here doing what we do, and if it has any meaning whatsoever. Or at least we should be. For too long there has been little doubt about the world, hearth, home, family, country, God … we are taught it is all covered, all that needs to be done is to live a good life, take as long as possible to die, and we are assured of eternal life. Period …
In Zen there is a saying “As children we are taught one and one makes two. We learn to be false. One and one makes one”
Let me try to explain -

I dream
and colors come
to sleeping eyes
at the sight
as answers unfold
and waking
set like
the sun

brave souls stood
before the dawn
on a high cliff
at the thought
of living
stepped toward
the abyss
and became

all they willed
wishes made real
dying to know
of the life
the breath
of believing
the shadow
is cast
to the light

time is
the motion
the movement
in sense
is alive


Lost in Form


ever after is allowed
to find the reasons measure
a chance to ask the emptiness
for all there is to treasure

buried before the storm began
as glaciers scored the land
what had risen now would fall
by the sweep of nature’s hand

lands of long ago forgotten
all the works the ages gave
myths are what became of lives
forgotten with the grave

time is just a measure of
the rounds around the sun
then sun again around its star
as ages are un-spun

for all the distances of space
cannot begin to measure
the truth behind the word that spoke
the breath of life we treasure

forever is another place
a land now lost beneath the storm
as Titans clashed within the Earth
their lovers lost in form …

Independence Day


Words will wonder
Ways and roads
to wander
Days to spend alone
Or in the arms
of a lover

How sweet the dawn
the morning dew
beneath my feet
and the soft
Kentucky Blue

Sunlight reveals
The heart within
echoing rhythms
Breath circling
the Spirit

Songbirds calling
Their answers afar
She waits
in the forest
for her love
to return


A Stitch in Time


Divine the sound
a voice in song
such anthems raised
to lesser gods
Hearts ablaze
as feelings spill
across the miles
and wires
Tunes will turn
the dream around
and lead the reason’s
feelings far

As all the colors
make a sound
this ringing
in the ears
Is just another
stitch in time
a place within
the always was
and evermore
shall be

The holy word
this day became
and walked
the desert sands
Opened doors
toward tomorrow
Where truth is found
in present tense


Voices of Promise

Other Media

Silent the forest
holds ten thousand tongues
Souls reach for a voice
wait for a breath

With the lovers embrace
to come and enter
their story

What cries will be heard
songs to be sung
moments and measures
in the sharps and the flats

Melodies sewn into horizons
and snowfalls hushed
without sound

The nightfall has settled
as dew in the morning
The calling of doves
will remain

A sacred reminder
of promise to be
As cottonwood drifts
on the wind


Drinking up the Light


Came a season when
the moon felt closer
than earth
Where shadows fell
in sliver
and grew
as color faded
into black and white

So the night comes
I roll over
to see the stars
and still
the heart knows
its time
and place
Believing in darkness
drinking up the light

Feelings rise and fall
love returns
as surely as it goes
Springs follow Winters
Summer falls away
giving up life’s reasons;

Seasons bring
the change needed
to heal
As thought echoes
and feeling aches
The ebb tide flows
through living
The moon returns
Its face
turned ever toward
the Sun …

Photo: ‘Quaking Aspens’ by grandfathersky 2013

Covenant with Life


Life is calling
out from the slumber
of ages and eons
where belief was welcome
and knowledge seldom
something sought

In light’s reflection
on the waters
flowing through
our destinies
Still becoming
wills revealing
all our feeling
left undone

This shall be
a covenant
an everlasting song
Felt within the reason of
the moments still to be

Let these lessons learning
burning, everlasting
in our souls

Set the passion
into motion
along the path
the heart takes
In its keeping
Love imagined
Seals the truth
as embers of
these stars
in letting go


Divine Intervention


I think it is appropriate considering what transpired on the coast of France 70 years ago today, to talk about Divine intervention as a question that comes to mind in many instances, cases, and places in our lives and human experience.
We are often compelled to ask the question as to whether or not the Divine presence in our world had some input into the circumstances that have come our way in our days and nights.
Stepping back a moment to the origin and the definition: Divine – of, from, or like God or god. Words make things difficult, and what is even harder here is defining God or god. In the Hebrew the word is not spoken, cannot be spoken, hence the use of Yahweh, in the Tao it is said that the Tao that can be spoken of is not the Tao. In Quantum Physics, there is the uncertainty principle, and concepts like Schrodinger’s Cat. So to distill this down into words, is difficult if not impossible, but you, as the reader should be getting the thoughts I am reaching for, formed in your mind by now.
There is an ancient concept that says – Energy follows thought. So along these lines it is not hard to imagine that we as thinkers are directing a significant amount of energy in whatever direction our thought life takes. The simple act of reading this is concentrating energy in a direction that matches the frequency of other readers and creates a harmony in nature, whether we see it or not.
As an example, one of the most magnificent constructs of civilization is the great cathedrals, and all of their smaller byproducts we call churches, and places of worship, as they are literally instruments, including the organ music, that allow us to congregate and direct our thoughts together in one direction. Each person’s thought harmonically magnifying the next, until there is a great confluence of power that can manifest itself in what has been called Miracles. I choose the word harmonically for a reason, and offer the example of the wine glass shattered by the the voice or a sound amplified and directed at it. It is a physical example of the principle of harmony, although in this case it is destructive, not constructive.
Do our thoughts then have power, and given that question what do they have to do with divine intervention, and the choices we have in our life? It should be well known to you that this is a free will universe, and with that, should come the understanding that divine intervention, needs to be qualified in relation to our wills, against the background of the will of God.
So with these statements of fact, I have to leave you, the reader to draw your own conclusions, lest I create controversy, and distract form the intent of this message. Is there divine intervention in our lives, or do we create it with our thoughts.
One picture sticks in my mind from my youth; Watching the movie War of the Worlds, based on the HG Wells story. As the world is being shattered by the Martian invasion and there seems no hope left anywhere, what we see are cathedrals and churches packed with people, all united in a prayer for deliverance from this destructive, conquering power. Not long after, the Martians begin to fall, and the Earth is delivered.
A real life example I saw recently on the news was a school teacher in Moore, Oklahoma during the destruction that took place there in 2013. She was sheltering with her children, and during the moments of the storm’s most intense fury, cried out – Enough! This has to end now! And it did. Was this divine intervention, and was this divine intervention a construct of the harmonic power of thought?
…In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God…

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