Thought forms are feelings
Welling up in the minds eye
Holding us hostage

Authors note: This Haiku came to me in a dream about a month ago
The rising sign speaks of foundations
where the sun’s spirit entered
and the light of the moon reflecting
who we’ve become in its shadows
let each of us answer the call
summoned by Angels heard on high
above the trials and trails we wander
along this river we call the life
no star will ever make or break
or find in time forgotten faith
stories here we may believe
outside the truth we’ve left behind
starlight ours to know the answer
love has come to hold our hand
know the light within our eyes
was always ours we’ve come to find
love’s sweet creation
is a world we find within
music of the soul
“Man gazes,” says Turgot, “upon the profound ocean
of being, but what at first he discerns is not the bed
hidden beneath its waters, but only the reflection of his
own face”
Silver moss listens
For the approaching footfalls
As love on the wind …
dreaming on the wind
waves roll in visions
clouds billowing past
in shadows of the moon
long horizons fade beyond
all we can imagine
ships sinking into waves
flowers drift past in reverence
to color the memories
of lives and loves lost
in the foolish attempts
to conquer our own hearts
lost in flight
some storm tossed bird
finding reasons
to return to
the air
how to hold on
to the unseen
feels the ether
guides on the wind
one sacred place
still to call home
folding her wings
in the night
waiting again to lift
what remains
of forever finding love
a memory of being
present
walking
in all the times
known to us
~ hidden
in the discontent
and all the chatter
surrounding the coming
and going from places
dreamed or planned
or happening to be
such are the days
where flowers bloom
and moonlit nights
where love shines
tides ebb and flow
heedless of our whims
Presence in the wind
love moving through
a dream we call life
days answer to ears
Not listening to voices
carried on the breeze
along with sea spray
the scent of plumeria
Calling lovers together
to hold on once again
in a the sharing of light
and silent echoes
of hello