
Let me stay drunk
Who pours
It should not matter
Musings of the half taken breath……

Let me stay drunk
Who pours
It should not matter

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

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

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

Looking up to you
My pilgrimage
Calling out to you
My rosary
Going blind to see you
My seeking
Longing to hear you
My penance
Your name on my lips
My prayer

Look up
See yourself
How can you not fall in love
Every time?

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

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

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

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