Flowers From Another World
We are each flowers from another world,
some of us are from Pluto, others Mars
and there are even those stellar ones who dance
within the rings of Saturn. A heady
fragrance is our fresh giveaway
of galactic intent. We are here
in beauty’s form revealed, to
insure that the seeds planted
nurtured, cherished and protected
in ancient times -
now have the opportunity
to blossom in divine perfection.
The arising fragrance you now perceive
is a reminder that we are each one,
Divine messengers, waiting only
to unfurl our glorious petals,
one by one.
In the Howl of Wind
In tones sharp and yearning,
I hear the winds cry a warning
for all to heed.
There are storms a brewing,
change is coming in strong,
be ready, the time is now.
Ask only, “am I in the moment?”
Wait. The answer will surely come.
Be assured, we have been so long
awaiting your arrival. For each one
of us carries within our DNA,
the very solution to solve
the societal crisis
to the howl of wind,
for our deep awakening.
Precious waves of grace
wash over me, renewing
my spirit drop by drop.
I am not the one I was
even a moment ago.
In this process of continuous
cleansing, how can I not
be overflowing with immense
molecules of wild joy?
Even if you see me sitting still,
I am dancing to the riotous
beat of a thousand drums.
To imagine there was a time-
and yet still times even now-
of forgetting just whose grace
is ever flowing, just out of
my nascent awareness. If I
long for one thing, it is only
to be in constant awareness
of this flood of grace ever filling
me with wonder, ease and manifest
abundance- in every aspect of my life.
Search the Sky
I have gone on like this, seeking
signs since I was seven years old.
Yet again today, nothing was written
across the speckled sky.
Perhaps this vast emptiness
I have sought for so many years,
is simply a reflection of solid substance-
garbed in human form. We arrive empty,
we depart empty- beyond a sky whose
secrets remain untold.
The chimney sweep has arrived.
You, you are the chimney,
with eyes tightly shut, feigning
the big sleep. No longer will
the excuse of not seeing suffice.
All of your sight is needed.
The sweep is here to remove
from your eyes any remnants
of soot long impairing your vision.
See what it is like to feel this new
world, with your eyes, to find
beauty beyond all else-
as every fiction fades away
and you, you discover who
you are now, with eyes fully open.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.