the foundation

The foundation was being laid.
The men worked hard night and day.
When all of a sudden construction stopped.

The bricks of the foundation laid,
the plans seemed chopped.
It was as if this masterpiece of architecture
would never be built.
It was a rest taking a hit
from the bleak heat and weather undressed.

Where did the builders go?
Did they give up?
Did they throw it all in?

They seemed to have let their work sit unfinished.
A failed attempt at their vision.
Yet off in the distance sounds of axes hit stone.
The workers were down in a whole.

They went to the rock quarry.
For construction had halted
with their depleted supply.
So they had to dig deeper this time.

They dug and chiseled through the day,
breaking the rock of the earth
in order to carry stones away.
They had not given up on their work.

The vision remained.
It was time to dig and find their resources,
so that they may come back with the hard material.
They were to make the foundation stonger and better,

for the architectural grand piece of art.
So it may stand high and tall,
proud in the sky,
reaching the heights divine.

four winds

four winds

acrylic on canvas

This painting was done in the Berkshires of Massachusetts.  It was a play with color and the whimsical nature that surrounds us in this life.  It is inspired by the four winds and the Native American world concept and how they shape our landscape and bring the energy of nature to us, whirling it around through our beings.

this intuition she tells me

she speaks to me in a quiet whisper
soft and sweet
if my mind's too much a chatter
i will not hear her speak

soft kisses upon my ear
that reach deep to the core
her breath is of honey
the dew of my pores

this intuition she tells me
is rightly mine to find
if i question it too much
she'll hurt inside

series of eyes

primary perspective

rainbow spectrum sight

eyeswept

fly thru fear

fly thru fear

it may look like a thundercloud

steer your course straight

into the black of fear

then lightning will strike

an epiphany will bellow out

the darkness will begin to disappear

and out you'll come soaring

the white light of the sun

will shine again

and a rainbow will appear

but if you hadn't flown

straight into your fear

could you recognize the beauty

of your tears?

repair

there is nothing broken,

that cannot be fixed

no shirt torn,

that cannot be mended

no whole too deep,

that cannot be filled

no tear shed,

that cannot be wiped

no wound held,

that cannot be licked

and if it seems impossible,

that's where the magic comes in

the miracles of repair

there are no chains

there are no chains,
no shackles here.
not even a cage to capture you near.

the prison is of that upstairs,
the worms under that rocky skull.
creating your own pain in a lull.

open that space, to the eternal place.
where hearts will grow,
and words will show,
the depths of your roots
and fruits spread out.

uncover the worms,
set them free,
to cultivate,
your composted knowledge tree.

there are no chains,
no shackles here.
not even a cage to capture you near.

you have the keys,
open the locks,
let yourself come out.

here

if you accept you are in the now,

you are here.

if i accept i am in this moment,

i am here.

if we accept this present day,

we are here.

if you see the clouds pass by you,

you are here.

if i see the leaves wave in the wind,

i am here.

if we see each others' divine mirrors,

we are here.

if you hear the cicadas in the trees,

you are here.

if i hear the cat sneak up on me,

i am here.

if we hear each others' words fully,

we are here.

if you feel the sun shine upon your face,

you are here.

if i feel the ground beneath my feet,

i am here.

if we feel each others' tender touch of love,

we are here.

being vulnerable

being vulnerable
one of the most beautiful gifts
you can give to another
yes, it's a scary path
fear of being broken and left
taking the rest

yet, remaining true to your heart
it is the courageous route
to take a step each day
open a new door to your inner life
give the keys away
is the true way to divine intimacy

the mind's a greyhound

the racing thoughts, they run around

taking those turns like a greyhound

yet, does that race ever end?

 

finally comes a moment 

when the greyhound starts 

to go "put" "put"

out of air

once it stops, he feels,

his heart beat

pulse with the real truth

an inner knowing

that no race can know

the steady beat of his heart

that's been there throughout

all of his swirling head

and voices from outside and within

it is that pulse, that beat

in the breaking heat

when he really hears 

the true meat

the meat of the matter

heart over mind

the true victory

knowing he does not 

have to let his mind run the track again

listening in, honing in,

to that steady thump,

"pump," "pump,"

he stops

and it is all clear

surrendered

surrendered to my soul
she speaks within
a quiet whisper
creeps up into my mind

prepared from the battles
of life and strife
now a warrior
she holds her flag of truth

be that courageous star
that shines from afar
take each step
with time to settle and rest

surrendered to my soul
the murmur of a voice
that is a resilient force
standing eternally with you

it's been a mosaic of a life
that has gotten her this far
to set out on the sea
unchartered waters

yet the wisdom from it all
remains
heed your compass
you may be lost

but you're right where you need to be,
surrendered