Dawn has just begun to wash
the night's sleep from the sky.
My hands are firmly on the wheel,
when up ahead in the distance,
my eyes light upon familiar orange
and white striped construction barriers,
blocking the way forward. Immediately,
I begin to scan the scene on the
road's horizon. As I draw closer.
I see no detours, so plodding on
I go. My thoughts turn sharply
to all the times I have seen real
or imagined obstacles standing
strong along my path, only to
find the mistake of mirage has
again ensnared me in her lingering
grasp. Here I am, again at the
precipice, momentarily locked
in indecision's cage. As my eyes
adust to the burgeoning light
of morning, I see that all barriers
have evaporated, only another illusory
obstacle steadfast in its existence.
With faith renewed, I steady my foot
upon the accelerator, and press on.
There are words
in the ethers,
waiting, ever waiting
for the blessing
to believe. At the very
each one is let loose,
setting sail into a southern sky,
every heart is aglow as the embers
long resting, ignite. These new flames
are now seen across the horizon
as the planet resounds with the sounds
of awakening, from believers no longer
Just Beyond The Veil
Like a vivid red Larkspur,
I rest in being a mere
bloom, ever waiting to feel
the sweet caress of a
As nectar is shared,
I and bird experience
an ecstatic connection
to the constant Source
ever pulsing through
each of us, as an opening
is revealed just beyond
She is no ordinary prayer
warrior. No, this one is
a real radical, a true prayer
renegade, bent on breaking
all the parameters for proper
prayers. You will not find a single
Hail Mary, God of Grace or such
ringing from her soul worn lips.
Rather, each word uttered is
as fresh as a baby just born,
cries never heard before
in the wilderness of longing.
She lifts you and your prayers
to elevations, equivalent to
traversing Himalayan mountain peaks.
Listen and follow her plaintive
affirmations long enough
and you too may become
a silent partner, a realized
prayer renegade, shifting
lives, changing your own,
singing songs of gratitude
known before only to angels
and saints having epiphanies.
So pray on, you prayer renegade,
for your time has come. Pray the
prayers never prayed before.
For surely, the world awaits.
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.