The Abyss of Choice


Photo: Haleakala Mists – Maui, HI by gfs

Places in our memories hold
The lines of time within our mind
Leaves and branches bent and blowing
Again into this world to find

This eternal light within us
Hidden in the shrouds we wear
Longs to lift the ever after
Letting go of all the fear

As we melt into the choices
Essence wakes as wills unfold
Echoes always here returning
To the hands and hearts we hold

Enter through the waters falling
What courage leaps to the abyss
As voices fade beyond the yearning
The sun awaits the virgin’s kiss


Let There Be Light

Let There Be Light

This is a call, a statement of reality, of truth that is inviolate, knowable, and a lifetime of searching that has only opened the door and allowed a seeker inside. Beyond the door is a new dimension, and as surely as there was this portal that opened, there is an infinity of passages from place to place, and realm to realm.

I cannot, and do not, wish to impose my thinking, or my world view upon anyone. My only purpose is to shine light into darkness, and re-assure those who have traveled a little less far, that there is Light upon the path, and one only needs to follow the prompting of the soul in order to find it shining greater and greater into our days.

Sadness is a disease we have created to describe the way we have forsaken all the greatness of experience by living the way we do. We have been taught since our earliest memories can conjure, to follow rules, to speak when spoken to, work hard, and accept what we get. While all of these are ethics that can build character, they should not be shackles that bind us to a life of repetitiveness and drudgery, interspersed by binge vacations that are no less taxing than our work, schooling, or other daily requirements of being in the world.

Let There Be Light in whatever vibrational expression it was uttered at the beginning of time as we perceive it, is an expression of a covenant between the prime creator and creation, allowing a connection to exist through eons and ages, from that place, to this present moment. It is forever reminding us of our connection to all there is, within and without, revealing we are truly stardust. We are the universe gazing at itself in the mirror!

Time is the relative motion in consciousness, compared to the relative motion of the background of experience. We think we see in time, we have a measure of time on the clock, hands in motion, as our hands are in motion. Relativity defines time as the fourth dimension, but who can do the math, and even greater, who has the ability to check the math? Quantum physics is delving into ideas of a hyperverse and multiverse, trying with their great machinations of both theoretic mathematics and engineering to define the root cause in a language that simply cannot be known in this consciousness, and therefore will forever remain theory, always and only, conjuring some semblance of the greater truth.

Dr. Raymond Moody, who has done extensive research on Near Death Experience, after hundreds of interviews with people who had NDEs, saw a remarkable similarity between the descriptions of each and every one. It was not the place they went to, or the light they saw, the people they met, or the reasons they returned, it was the common realization that time was no longer a fact, no longer had any meaning, in the world they entered into. Any attempt to describe it, face to face with him, back in the breathing, heart beating, presence of our existence on Earth, caused them to feel that no matter how hard they tried they could barely convey the magnitude of the moment. Words did not suffice to give it meaning. It was a point and it was infinity all at once.

Let There Be Light is as profound a sentence as one can utter. Except for the rare occasion when it is read or quoted from scripture, does it ever cross our lips, or our mind? Standing before the sunrise, does wonder at the sight of it embrace our thoughts, or does the waking into the realm of all our memories of yesterdays, and plans for tomorrow, silence this everlasting reminder of the moment of creation for another day. Why do we allow it to slip away, swallowed up in our time, appointments that must be met, places we have to be, while we continue to think we are alive in the world?

To be continued …

Photo: Sedona Sunset by GFS

Solstice Night

Shooting star

Tides of hope
will wash ashore
and season’s light descends
Days become the night again
and love stands still in time

We wait until
tomorrow brings
A shadow long before
The movement evermore unfolds
The Word passed into light

Of life before
the beauty knelt
Revealed the manger’s gift
Hope returning to the land
The strangers’ journey came

To be the Star
the way revealed
what evermore would know
the Solstice bending at the knee
Unveils the rising Dove


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


eye saw through

I felt the morning fog
burning off
with the rising
noon day sun
and on the wind
came a fragrance
of jasmine
and you

what made me tremble
chilled to the bone
melted away
as my thoughts
soon revolved
around the memory
of bare feet
and tidal pools

seabirds on the wind
drifting and calling
to one another
opened my heart
to the song
the moment
our eyes
saw through

These are the way
to the depths
of the soul
the life
left surrounding
its dream




There is a voice I thought I heard
Sometime words were whispered
To my ears through whirling wind
Left me standing still inspired

By the way and means revealed
In monuments and sacred texts
Untold their secret symbols held
My essence to be vexed

Unraveling the forms they took
As shadows spread before the light
And meaning into consciousness
When Spirit calls us from the night

To Earth our home beneath the sky
A wonder painted black and blue
With stars that shine eternally
Reflections of the lives they knew


Outside the lines


We think …
The borders of our lives
Define the reasons we became
And learned to stand our ground
As if forgiveness would remain
When given without measure

We speak …
The words of certainty
The ones we’re taught to learn
Phrases past and present still
Rewards enough to earn
Our grades in some degree

We feel …
The days of future passed
Into the dream now come to be
Not without imagining
The will our soul set free
Into the light of love

We love …
The way the heart can feel
And speak the words of truth
Awakened with the dawn
To live within the proof
A self same destiny


House of the rising sun

stonehenge summer solstice sunrise

What we seek
in days gone by
are words
of ways and means
This brief moment
stands at once
within our nights
and dreams

Dew drops glisten
as days will rise
from underneath
the sun
Foot falls heard
across a plain
Where life
has learned
to run

Far from where
the thought
took form
within a sacred
Unfolds its life
as breath
and scent
come into love’s
new season


Fading Flowers


Love lies leaving one behind
what sorry came to tell
The misbegotten words bespoke
of how it was we fell

From grace still everlasting
on parchment pages turned
Bound into our book of life
these lessons to be learned

Love is giving of the heart
between each beat we know
Stillness passes into dreams
and with each breath we grow

Believing all we will to be
becomes our testament to faith
As time turns fading memories
into the flowers soft bouquet