Mapping out the plan today
Dusting off my walking shoes
Clearing out my calendar
Know there's nothing left to lose
Got a road trip going on
Need some friends to carry on
A place to hang my hat upon
Space inside to imagine on
The mind is really airing out
The mind is open to it all
The heart is healing unabridged
The heart is listening to the call
There's a lot of world to see
So much learning is to be
Spirit's there to carry me
Love surrounds protectively
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Walking on the Ether of Dreams
The step, still hesitated
Toe first, dipping down
Finding walking surface through
Faith internal and eternal
Toe first, dipping down
The road ahead is long
But unseen; hidden within questions
Fears dart out, biting ankles
The road ahead is long
These motivations, largely unknown
Spirit there, providing encouragement
Spirit there, providing support
These motivations, largely unknown
Doubting questions rush in daily
Moving forward, the miracle
Seeming mythical right now
Doubting questions rush in daily
As does the urge to go
Unsteadily moving forward
The step, still hesitated
Toe first, dipping down
Finding walking surface through
Faith internal and eternal
Toe first, dipping down
The road ahead is long
But unseen; hidden within questions
Fears dart out, biting ankles
The road ahead is long
These motivations, largely unknown
Spirit there, providing encouragement
Spirit there, providing support
These motivations, largely unknown
Doubting questions rush in daily
Moving forward, the miracle
Seeming mythical right now
Doubting questions rush in daily
As does the urge to go
Unsteadily moving forward
The step, still hesitated
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Silence In The Fog
Naked eye does not discern it
The shift; the directing away
Like a ship gently changing its course
Moving silently in the fog
The shift; the directing away
Instead of staying in port
No longer rejoining the song
Of the sea; no crew to assist
Instead of staying in port
To plan the journey ahead
Rather drifting searching sadly
Fears left open to feed on the dread
To plan the journey ahead
Knowing accomplishments wanted
There is hope for tomorrow
Faith listens and waits for this answer
Knowing accomplishments wanted
Comes from within the mind
Based on honest intentions
Naked eye does not discern it
The shift; the directing away
Like a ship gently changing its course
Moving silently in the fog
The shift; the directing away
Instead of staying in port
No longer rejoining the song
Of the sea; no crew to assist
Instead of staying in port
To plan the journey ahead
Rather drifting searching sadly
Fears left open to feed on the dread
To plan the journey ahead
Knowing accomplishments wanted
There is hope for tomorrow
Faith listens and waits for this answer
Knowing accomplishments wanted
Comes from within the mind
Based on honest intentions
Naked eye does not discern it
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Wishful Thinking
Wish I could take it back
truth in your mind understood now
truth causing pain and sadness in your eyes
last thing I wanted, sadness in your eyes
wish I could say something to ease the pain
Wish I could take it back, if I could
silly words that changed it all for us
words of truth of love of dreams
the mismatch of the realities we seek
wish I could conjure up some new dreams
Wish I could take it back, but I can't
erase the open door of my heart
fallen for one and another again
both lost to me; but truth left behind
pain of truth that I cannot take back
truth in your mind understood now
truth causing pain and sadness in your eyes
last thing I wanted, sadness in your eyes
wish I could say something to ease the pain
Wish I could take it back, if I could
silly words that changed it all for us
words of truth of love of dreams
the mismatch of the realities we seek
wish I could conjure up some new dreams
Wish I could take it back, but I can't
erase the open door of my heart
fallen for one and another again
both lost to me; but truth left behind
pain of truth that I cannot take back
Monday, May 25, 2009
This is the real deal
It is wrong to continue
wrong, all along wrong
the stressed smiles
dotted with periods of lost abandon
fed nothing for our souls
'cept for false comfort
(others perceive it that way), however
I have been made to face the mirror
it is time to proceed in truth
It feels wrong to continue
Fear and guilt have had their way with me
too many times
I have patched my attitude to cover
the pain; for no good reason
Fear laughs and shows me those
worst case scenarios, the loss of trust
the loss of friends who cannot understand
that I must answer to the truth
Those laughing pictures together
reminders of the good that rains anyway
I wish they represented our souls
rather, are mere ghosts of imperfect intentions
unable to convey the lack
the empty conversations, the lies
the struggle to continue for the sake of others
the maintenance to keep face in the family
who cannot see or expect the truth now
wrong, all along wrong
the stressed smiles
dotted with periods of lost abandon
fed nothing for our souls
'cept for false comfort
(others perceive it that way), however
I have been made to face the mirror
it is time to proceed in truth
It feels wrong to continue
Fear and guilt have had their way with me
too many times
I have patched my attitude to cover
the pain; for no good reason
Fear laughs and shows me those
worst case scenarios, the loss of trust
the loss of friends who cannot understand
that I must answer to the truth
Those laughing pictures together
reminders of the good that rains anyway
I wish they represented our souls
rather, are mere ghosts of imperfect intentions
unable to convey the lack
the empty conversations, the lies
the struggle to continue for the sake of others
the maintenance to keep face in the family
who cannot see or expect the truth now
Sunday, May 24, 2009
In Gratitude
This is in gratitude
to spirit; who guides me
speaking to me through
voices of songs and essays
through the wind at my ears
and the sand in my toes
How can I even repay these gifts
arriving at this late hour
My heart is stoned; my head exploding
spirit speaks and reminds my fear
that it is time for it to go
That I must move forward bravely
Within this turmoil, I am thankful
for the whispering truth in my soul
for the strength to face the day
for the ability to smile at my demons
to share the gifts given to me
since it was never about me to begin with
It is the path
beckoning me forward
in gratitude
it is the path
calling my name out
so clearly
to spirit; who guides me
speaking to me through
voices of songs and essays
through the wind at my ears
and the sand in my toes
How can I even repay these gifts
arriving at this late hour
My heart is stoned; my head exploding
spirit speaks and reminds my fear
that it is time for it to go
That I must move forward bravely
Within this turmoil, I am thankful
for the whispering truth in my soul
for the strength to face the day
for the ability to smile at my demons
to share the gifts given to me
since it was never about me to begin with
It is the path
beckoning me forward
in gratitude
it is the path
calling my name out
so clearly
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