What if you knew it to be true That joy is not to be pursued That beauty is inside of you And all that’s you is in me too? What if you found that endless bliss Is nothing more that what is this That this is now not to be missed As sweet as a... Continue Reading →
When the student’s ready The teacher does appear And holds the sacred mirror To your pain and fear A doorway to the soul A pathway through the heart A teacher can say nothing Status quo is torn apart The stairway to be conscious Each step with guided hand Giving spiritual assignments To question and command... Continue Reading →
What type of content should I write What message should be sent? Can I impact through a poem, Will it express my true intent? Is the vibration of the words More important than the theme Does the reader have capacity to get what the words mean? With so much noise around us Another message lost... Continue Reading →
There is art locked in your heart And you still have the key It got left under a dusty mat That says “Act Responsibly” It’s the key forged from the rainbow You saw when you were three And the steps the ballerinas took As they danced with joyous glee Its made of memories of songs... Continue Reading →
Nothing is everything, as much as everything we think is something.
There is a place that we go Where we house the dark thoughts We hope no one will ever hear It’s the voice of what if Where no light can exist And it is always driven by fear We walk through our days With a voice in our heads And actually think it is ours... Continue Reading →
Its amazing when you see there are all the different ways That people make you think you have nothing good to say And then there is yourself , and your limiting beliefs The feeling that avoidance is what will bring relief The doors that you can open when you speak right from the heart When... Continue Reading →
“Creativity is intelligence having fun.” - Albert Einstien That writing is a choice and can be done with intention. I always thought I writing was a random inspiration for me. When it came, it came and most poems I had ever written were a set of words forcing their way through me and out on... Continue Reading →