To Day

There is so much space here.

Filled with the empty and still.

Quiet whispers between souls I know,

New bodies mixed with young and old.



There is so much love here.

In grey skies and dying trees.

Gently bending to cold winds caress,

Needing no thought to it's perfect progress.



The stars are still there

Behind light of Christmas morning.

Balance like I'm seeking,

Between nothingness and thinking.



We're all that spaciousness.

Empty and everything.

Smiling and breathing.

Loving and missing.



Present and drifting,

Apart while connecting;

I'll be it all today.

It's in living, that I pray.

Somewhere To Be

Vivid dreams in morning,
Others thoughts adorning,
Time to put them down,
To live my own.

Heart is slowly breaking out,
Glowing like a lighthouse,
Guiding me through stormy seas,
Nowhere else to run.

Tearing down these walls around,
Skinned knees and handmedowns.
No time to curse the donor,
I have somewhere to be.

(1999)

The Whole

To restless worrying cloud,
Sky sweeps by and says:
Transforming is returning.