True Life

Bright eyes tell me
of love and birth
with true life
waiting around a corner
unseen by most
save you and me.

True life
means living out
and staying here
to cherish words,
moments, and flashes
of christening light.

Staying here
is a move for love
when times seemed
futile and a scarcity
of lightness
piqued weary eyes.

Times seemed
long and lonely
until bright eyes
woke from a sound
slumber of one
fate after another.

Bright eyes
strengthen hearts
and tie bonds
where slip knots
fail to exist
and illuminate
a tale of true life.

a red hood

Rare is the world
where fragile water
brims the edges
of wonderment and hope.

Rare is the day
when joy overcomes
the sorrows of yesterday
with the laughter of today.

Rare is a time
when peace comes
without consequences
or tender mercies revealed.

Rare is a heart
that can take the tides
and rise above
to view the new plane.


Fragile water and tender merices
given:
without cost or retort.
Just lighter eyes and souls in flight;

the better to see you with, my dear.

Your rainbow will come smiling thru...

It’s magic and poetry...,
Life and living it.
Words capture and transcend
time and place.

To far off fantasies
of castles on clouds
and princes in pursuit
of justice and right.

Of pumpkin patches
and prancing white horses
and cool marble floors
where bare feet glide.

Resting on satin pillows
are dreams of the perfect
fit...
Slippers to unmatched
wealth - so rich in love.

Songs in flight,
wrapped in bubbles
of sweetness and hope,
finding a soft place to land.

Do you hear the lilt?
Do you thirst for this plane?
Happily ever after
became enchanted
by the soft sapphire light
of midnight.


once upon a time happens now...

Nothing You Can See That Can't Be Shown

The ghastly, worldly take on Easter, full of ugly pastel colors and waxy chocolate, diminishes a beautiful message of hope and new life. I love the delight it brings to my children and the day that it has become for me - time spent with them. But the commecialization is a sticky mess and I freely admit, I sometimes, get caught in it.

Religion is a touchy subject for many and not a good argument to incite. Family, religion and politics are never a good combination. Trust me. Believe me. I was raised in very strict, religious home and I am truly thankful for my upbringing. Being the gregarious, some-what wild individual that I am, without the base that was instilled in me from birth, I may have been in some serious trouble throughout my youth and most of my adulthood. I am also very thankful for the teachers, professsors, mentors, and friends that have exposed me to other views and opened my mind to the possibility that there may be more to believe and embrace than what I was initially taught.

It all comes down to one word - not charity, not faith and more than hope...

LOVE. True, unconditional love and what we would sacrifice for it. To feel blessed for the giving and receiving of that love is to recoginize the source.
No arguments or disgruntled feelings are worth the diminishing feelings they incite.

Most good things can be boiled (like an Easter egg) down to a Beatles song...

Love, love, love.
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It’s easy.
There’s nothing you can make that can’t be made.
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time
It’s easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.
It’s easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.


Care because you can - tomorrow may be different.  And what happens if it is; 
what would you do?  Do not languish in sorrow but leap in the joy found in
the eyes of a child or the person you love. 

There is no greater light that streams from above.

Tinkling cymbals

Care not for yesterday
and the troubles once known.
But rise to meet today
and spring to life tomorrow.

For joy promised
is joy received
when hearts are open
and souls throw caution to the wind.

Give because
giving brings countless degrees
of knowledge and fills
coffers that sputter and wane.

Listen to the sounding brass
of time and scope
the shore for
a footprint you recognize.

Catch your breath
and hold it close
for catching shows you can
and releasing brings another chance.

Skip when possible
and whistle while merry.
Away the time that once
stood still.

Global in view,
precise in response,
hesitation is lost
as lines fade and walls
of fear crumble
to a waiting earth
where beauty grows
and fields of green
thirst.

Hungry no more,
in harmony
with the music and stories
of gallant men
and brave women.
To life...

across my universe

Points in a life
measure significance,
not time.

Significance irradicates
conclusions when
new universes are born.

Imagine a light so bright
you are drawn to it,
you crave it.

Most wear hats or sunglasses
or worse yet- turn their heads,
to shield the blinding source.

But I stretch out my arms
recieving empowerment
and breath.

No shade save
what is filtered
by the new spring leaves.

Catching a sigh
and milking words,
Life explodes to dreams.

Dream and hope
for you’ve got to have a dream.
If you don’t have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?

Never Believe it's Not So.

Could I be the Mona Lisa,
smiling with purpose
and showing the world
I know something they do not?

Could I be a Play,
with a chilling subplot
wrapped tightly around
a rich story of love?

Perhaps I am a Song,
a complicated but happy tune
sure to incite dancing
under the streetlights, in the rain?

It must be magic that draws
life to love,
eyes to smiles,
and butterflies to dance -
while words play
their soliloquy in time.