For Now
We will wait withering in the brush
sleeping on the hallowed ground of consciousness
clinging to the resolve that we will rise and walk out from this place
when it is time

We will listen to the stirring rhythm of the heart meekly
awaiting the grace of touch that raises the blushing pulse with hope
for tomorrow and a step that balances both poise and spirit
whose rising freshens the gift of breathing

We will furtively look at the eyes and lips of the damned as though this was the greatest passion
holding steadfast withered hands, stroking the troubled brow of the stooping shoulders, grasping a hold, aloft the spirit
of compassionate vision of tenderness

for the last shall be first and the wandering vagabond will rise sitting on the right side of the feasting wayfarers.
Her rambling will be foreseen testimony of the days of remembering, keenly aware of the treasure of each one
preserving and persevering as long as two hearts beating as one in mine

though you are gone we will hold a place for you forever a single heart aching with the blushing rose.

Look Now to the horizon of peace
crossing the escaping darkness that settles down and sinks in the recesses of the mind
Mood Letters of forgiveness for memories of sorrow that stole away dreams of friendly shores

lapping waters we danced on the fringes of the drowning surf as sea going vessels floating in the tepid waters washing back and forth in the tidal pools
we stayed afloat for eternity awaiting the tide to carry us out to sea

But this sultry day the peace is kept rising inside the secret place of our restorative presence in the weeping mist
shrouding the darkness and protecting us from judgement either inside or out
making our sense of freedom and passion a shining chorus of longing

Come now and sit with me and hold hearts that beat as one
be still and rejoice verily I come to you as a warrior
holding up shoulder to shoulder all of those who join in the arc of this circle and marching on holding one another aloft
for the true merit of a valiant sentinel is the spirit of devotion and serenity in accepting the peace

Let us rise, let us rise and march on, and marching as one linked hand in hand a ribald band calm and focused on the single aspiration that we walk on together
through all adversity, accepting this day and each that follows in its wake as a way, a means to live judiciously and humbly as a gift to each other

We are born to give and receive and live in connection with the earth, and when we lay our head down it is done, we close our eyes and tremble
that the mantel of the sheath of lands envelops us and takes us home to sweet surrender.

Never more await to see with whom you commune because there is no one else more faithful and real than thee
You look to your sacred heart aching in the gift and the joyous chorus of the gurgling, overflowing living waters of tenderness

There is no where to escape, no noise to make, no place to hide because all of the world is inside out, upside down and backwards as one moment
convening here and forever vibrating and tremulous, a synergy of the gaping mouth longing for lips to press and breath in the universe.

These ramblings are gone and yet, remain here inside out .....................