Each sunrise is replace by the next one
and as it is, it is forgotten.

There is no one left to remember
all we have done.
There is no one left to remember
all we have been.
No memories.
No deeds.
No existence.
As time passes all is forgotten.
There is no one left to remember
.

It is not a question of loyalty or need
it is more a choice of one direction.

Not adhering to any formality or
teaching, be strong enough to be
independent and have the
forbearance to withstand the constant
bombardment from all sides wanting to
recruit another to join their ranks.

Mindfully moving forward carefully
observing each side and being
meticulously respectful use what is
necessary at any given moment.

With gratitude and humility continue
on with the knowledge that courage
and strength are constant companions
and truth is the light that leads the way

.

The cave is not just for hibernating in winter.
It is a place to reflect, to delve deeply inside
to find the diamonds of inspiration or jewels
of clarity that keeps us moving forward.
It is a tool that requires a strong commitment
to ones growth and awareness.

The cave is a place unlike any other, and no
two are the same.
Its purpose is single-minded and forceful.
Its only agenda is to clear away the
unnecessary and confusion so that only
clarity remains.

The cave does not happen once or twice, it may
happen many times. No matter the timing,
once the process starts there is no retreating or
shortcuts, just down to the bare essentials of
self and purpose. Each foray into the cave is its
own experience and stands on its own.

Welcome the invitation into the cave for it is
there that miracles are created and rebirth
takes place
.

I see - but I am blind
I hear - but I am deaf
I feel - but I am numb
I talk - but I am mute
I live - but I am dead
No past
No future
Just the present
.

Unaware of the activity surrounding me,
a multitude of silence overtakes me as I
drift off into a dream.

Colors and hues, brilliant and subdued
cascade before me in a kaleidoscope;
images swim effortlessly between the panes
as the spectacle continues to morph.

As if on cue the thunder light pierces
through, and the colors all bleed into a
single whiteness of unimaginable intensity.

And, in a flash it is all gone; returned to its
beginning as I am thrust headlong back to
reality and the onslaught of time
.

A state of mind;
A state of being;
Which one is the true Self?

My face is hidden to all who come,
my eyes cast down in shame.
I walk alone in fear that all will know,
the many sins I made.

My body aches as does my heart,
for the past of shame I led.
Days of suffering, repentance long gone,
absolution at eternity's end.

The ghosts of my sins,
forever will haunt me.
It has to be this way.
Existing in this fiery kiln
.

The silent darkness is shaken awake
from the sudden white light and
eardrum shattering crack and boom -
The first dawn

.

In the light of the new moon:
I see your face;
I hear your voice;
I touch your warmness;
I feel your caress;
Together, we exist
.

Illusions abound;
Mystical vision;
Confusion;
Wisdom;
No grasp;
Hanging on;
Falling;
Arisen;
Too much to
take in.
Too much to
let out.
Status quo
.

There are many journeys we take,
Birth and death we take alone
.

Harboring anger and resentment towards someone
creates a hostile inner environment that can only
lead to miscommunication and misunderstanding.

Examine the inner feelings apart from the mental
aspect, then with great restraint and tenderness
reveal the true cause of the inner turmoil.

Once expressed, the energy that has surrounded
all of the emotions will dissipate, calmness will
be restored, and inner peace will once again return
.

A simple smile;
A sweet embrace;
A tender kiss;
All a prelude to -
I Love You!
.

Don't wait until it's too late to say:
You are sorry and ask for forgiveness.

Don't wait until it's too late to say:
You forgive someone who you thought
wronged you.

Don't wait until it's too late to say:
You miss someone even for a moment.

Don't wait until it's too late to say:
You love someone with all of your heart.

Say it today, now, before it is too late
.

Eternity continues
As the sun sets
and the moon rises
.

The truth dies immediately;
Lies live forever

.

Dear One, protect me from myself:
Shield these destructive thoughts;
Counteract these negative emotions;
Correct this improper behavior;
Extinguish this inner burning anger;
Melt away this ever present fear;
Release this incessant guilt;
Quiet this brash ego;
Soothe this aching heart;
And strengthen this weakness of
Spirit most of all

.

Some days not much inspiritation
seems to come.
But if we examine it more closely
the message may be that it is
perfect just the way it is.
Allowing things to be as they
are can be the blessing

.

Quiet noise defeaning the senses;
Heartbeating incessantly in time
with the thumping of the noise;
Uncontrolled vibrations
eminating from within
cascading throughout each cell.
Life begins

.

Barren trees silhouetted against a
gray cloudy sky;
cold air still and quiet;
afternoon just before dusk
the first snowflake appears
gently floating towards the earth.

Another one silently finds its way
to the ground then disappears.
And then more flakes dancing
among themselves gliding
gracefully downward.
Still more dive with
increased vigor;
the sky now full of floating
whiteness.

Silently the transformation
takes form;
whiteness appears everywhere
covering all under its blanket.

As darkness descends the
luminescence of the snow is
reflected from the street light,
creating an ethereal nighttime
reality.

Morning brings with it the coldness
and awe that only a snowstorm
can provide -
Winter has arrived

.

A time of falling leaves where
colors delight the senses and
crisp mornings and cool
evenings refresh the spirit.

Sunshine grows dimmer and
darkness becomes longer.
Busyness takes control and
schedules become dominant.
Activities abound with noise
and laughter.

Serious talks of things to come.
Someday it will have all come
and gone,
A distant memory lost amongst
the other memories.

A time of letting go and
a time of holding on,
until one day the wind blows
and the last leaf falls.

Change has come again,
for the last time

.

Trying is not failure;
Failure is not trying!

Do not judge yourself to
harshly;
Instead focus on the joy
of having the opportunity
to have tried

.

Peaceful chaos
Quiet sounds
Illuminated darkness
Happily sad
The hour has come

.

Caught Thoughts;
Reeling Feelings;
Senseless Senses;
Mindless Mind;
Heartless Heart;
Soulless Soul;

Pity me, for I am
a non-believer

.

Dancing to the heartbeat
of the great beyond,
colors seductively
engage each other
with abandon
as they ooze
towards a center point.
Witnessed only
by the One who
Sees and Knows

.

What matters most?
Heart truth.
What is it that is?
Spirit.
Where do I fit in?
Everywhere.
What do I know?
Everything.
Who am I?
I am all that is,
and all that is,
is ME

.

Nothing can prepare me for the coming dawn.
Not the sleep nor the darkness.
For as the dawn breaks,
So does the facade of knowing.

.

Sometimes we know something is missing
yet
we cannot identify it
but
once we do
forward motion
is again
restored
with a much clearer
view of the path
ahead

.

Intention
In-tension
Which one?
You decide.
The outcome
will be reflected
by the choice
.

When Idie
Kiss my cheek gently
Let your tear fall on my face
And know that I love you

.

Space and time
elusive and fleeting
without regard for
anything or anyone.
Space and time
fast and slow
sometimes seemingly
almost stopping.
Space and time
not real
imagined.
Space and time
whose invention
or manifestion of
the mind.
Space and time
reality or?

.

Time passes and things go undone.
The longer they remain undone,
the harder they are to remember.
Once forgotten, they remain in
that purgatory of things left behind.
Do it right, do it now, do it for
Yourself.

It has been a long hard road;
Tired of the wait;
Can't seem to move ahead;
Can't move back;
Too late to worry;
So what now?

.

Have you heard a choir of angels singing?
Have you ever felt the breath of the devil
on the back of your neck?
Have you listened to the song of the butterfly?
Have you smelled the sweet fragrance of the full moon?
Have you witnessed the birth of your consciousness?
Have you really allowed your self to live fully?
If not, why not start now!

.

No matter the circumstance
or situation;
you are always
connected to spirit.

.

When the mind becomes silent the heart opens. What comes next depends on your willingness to follow your heart or revert back to the false safety of your mind


.

If you are always in the habit
of giving and it brings you joy;
be a gracious receiver and
allow others to feel the same joy.

.

The beginning and end is all the same. It is what happens in the middle that matters.

Welcoming horse. Sorry for the delay. Let's ride and make it all happen.

Songs singing in my head; why? Each a different one but related to a situation I am in. Curious?

Listening to the sound of quietness I am surrounded by a blanket of calm. Warmth ensnares me as the quietude continues its methodical song. No longer aware I find myself out of time and transported to a place of familiarity and love. Is this home? It must be because I recognize it all on a cellular level without the mental to confuse me. This is the joy-no mental activity to encumber the process of letting go and just being. How refreshing to be as I am without expectations and without preconceived notions as to what should be or how it should be. This time to just be is the perfect way to find myself and listen to my inner self at the same time. All can happen when the sound of silence pervades the spirit and the spirit sings along. The symphony creates magical sounds and feelings that cannot be duplicated when the "noise" of the world interrupts the solitude. Listen to the magnificent orchestra playing in the quietness and rejoice in the beauty of being.

Windless sails drooping against the dark sky
The turbulent sea reaching up to wash the stars
Aimlessly adrift, tossed about
Holding onto the ocean spray
Wet,cold,alone.

The day is done...the sun has set...all is ready for another day...promises, hopes. and dreams to realize when we begin anew.