Job Description

Sequenced

by the hand of Source, 

we are individual snapshots, 

each free to direct action

through thought

allowing The Unseen's fingertips 

to lovingly flip the inner stillness

into the vivid motion picture

that is Now.

10/13/09

The Fervor of Freedom

Purifying the path
as it expands
through the void
comes the fire
singeing the periphery
consuming history
charring the past
flames moving forward
towards an infinite horizon
on the other side
of some distant Sun

In The Tunnel

boxes packed
stacked ready
odds and ends
dust collecting
things forgotten
gathered, scattered
through the years
no longer matter
letting go
of life together

While In Love

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. Judy Garland

Take this physical life,
move it forward.
Be open to learning
where you and I meet
in the you and the her awaiting.
Take this material wealth,
expand it in tithing.
Be open to becoming more of
what you and I were
in the you that will meet
this Unknown Love.

Let her whisper in your ear.
Let her kiss your lips.

With Unconditional Love,
come into full knowing that
the life we struggled
to manifest together
would lead us here.
This place of parting paths,
each paved with possibilities
of forgiveness and friendship.

Without question, know,
as you walk your path
and I walk mine,
my heart heard you
as passionately
as my soul felt
your gentle lips.

The End

Once upon a time,
long ago and far away,
there lived a girl
who walked outside
into the sunlight
and wished to know
everything about the world.


Then upon another time,
soon thereafter,
long ago and far away,
there lived a boy
who walked outside
into the moonlight
and wished to know
everything about the heavens.


As the sun fell and the moon rose,
the girl and the boy chose to dance
knowing the dance was never meant to last
because the steps were too complicated
and the distance of the dreams between them too wide.

To Friendship

There is an old open road
whose dirt
their feet
never stirred
choosing,
instead,
to blaze the
high and low ways
of this life,
unyielding,
getting lost,
making detours,
on a vast maze
of expectation.

Refusing to ask for directions.
Braking too late.

Totaled,
they had nothing left,
no means of travel,
but their bare dirty feet
slowly walking along
the old open road.

Courage

She asked Source
for guidance.
Thirsty for the answer,
she drank,
hands trembling
in thanks.

That Forgotten Moment

There is that moment of Pure Love.

That moment when individual life,
as lived through the senses,
slips back into the Whole.

That moment when the clock stops ticking.

That moment when Knowing guides
the soul back into the hourglass
of the unending sand that is you and me.

That moment when we are at peace.

If we could be That Love now,
that memory would be free to breathe into this moment...

...and into the next...then the next...and the next...

I Know You

With our eyes,
we commune.
Windows open,
souls reaching out
to connect
to one another.

In yours,
I see Source
and all that is good
in this world.
Is that what you see
in mine?

So Far

How can it be

that I have walked this path
for so long
without seeing
the beauty around me?

When did it happen
that I gave to each step
a shadowy weight
believing the light
too bright for comfort?

Where in me
have I hidden
that place
to navigate this world
free of fear, full of wonder?