Again

What was old, is new again

What was broken, is whole again

What was dark, is light again

What was loud, is silent again

What was full, is empty again

What was empty, is full again

What was lost, is found again

What was despair, is hope again

What was a tree, is seed again

What was temple, is wine house again

What was enchanted, is dust again

What was star dust, is my love again

What you were seeking, is yours again

And you, dear soul, are mine again

A fraction of a moment

Yes I always Was

And forever will Be

Maybe not as you know me

And not quite as you see

Know yourself as me

And know me as you

In the moment that is right now

See me, as I see you

For I am here for just a fraction

Of a moment, this is true

To tell you, my dear soul

That- Yes, I love you too

Much easier

It is much easier to look up

And pray to You with reverence

Than to have You stand in front

And look You in the eye with deference

It is much easier to bow my head

And accept Your will and action

Than to lift my gaze and see You

and question my own infraction

It is much easier to let You hide

Behind the silence of Your sunrise

Than to have You speak

And let thunder take me by surprise

It is much easier to stay drunk

And mad in my own mind

Than to have You tell me

that insanity seeks my kind

Still waters

Like a bolt of lightening

Or the hunted deer

A falling star

Or a thunder clap

I feel like I am on the edge

Another breath

And I can step off

Fall into the abyss

Or test my wings

But what I want

What I really want

Is to be silent

To be still

Like the waters

That hold steady

So the moon may see herself

So the path

From me

To You

May show itself

Mourning

Why do I mourn

What am I to lose

I only mourn myself

I only lose myself

Let me prepare

As the night prepares

To lose

Before day break

Lose my prayers

And my candles

And my temple bells

For my God

Has to go home

And I am, again, lost

Whirling

Join me

Would You like to join me

I have made the sun for breakfast

Laid it on a platter

Of the most beautiful blue sky

Sprinkled with only the best

Whipped clouds of shades of grey

With gold seams and silver streaks

And the gentle breeze

Laden with jasmine

Have a bite

Of fire and light

Savor slowly

And then chase it

With the wine of reds

That I have strained from the heart

I think the blade of grass wants some

Too

This generous spread

And share it with the lady bug

No rush

We have all day

To sit by the fire

For I have also made

The moon and stars

For dessert

The Taker….The Giver

I am not greedy

nor remotely vain

Some might even say noble

I don’t always look for gain

I try to be kind

And always considerate

Understanding and gentle

Never impatient irate

I take what little is given

With joy and gratitude

Whatever little I can get

I appreciate, not brood

Take each little morsel

Given to me freely

Take what I can get

Joyful and happily

So you will see my plight

And imagine my surprise

When I met my Giver

today, exactly at sunrise

Teasingly He spoke

Dear soul look up higher

It is all yours to take

For you are the fire

For you are the One

In which everything comes to be

For you are everything

Be whatever you choose to be

You are the King

And the Kingdon

The wine seller and the wine

I was always yours

And you, undoubtedly Mine

So you take from yourself

And to your own self you give

The fire lives in you

And in the fire You live