Peace Prosperity Dignity

An actual reality
That comes with acceptance
Of the magnificence and simplicity,
Of what ‘Is’
‘Oh what a feeling’, Just as in the song…

A side effect of peace,
Where what is needed appears
And then flows with abundance
Enough to spare and share..

And then as if that is not plenty
Along comes Dignity…
A sheer strength
That fears nothing,
Holds no weapons
But fights all that dares
To shadow Prosperity and Peace…

So bask in all that ‘Is’
This great moment…
Welcome each person,
Each experience
And when the moment is empty of worldly noise
Accept that too
And yearn for the shrouded world within
And slowly and surely
It will also
Reveal its treasures to you…



Which list, my infinite joy, do you belong to?
The to-do list so I can feel accomplished?
The list of what I can do when the to-do list is done, so I don’t feel guilty?
Or the list that comes before all lists, as the day is just not right if not done?

Why must there be an order when joy is an essence?!
Why must there be a turn when joy is omnipresent?!
Is there a front seat or a back seat to joy?
Am I a driving force or an observer?

Joy is all of the above and more.
Joy was yesterday
Joy is today and will be tomorrow
The deciding factor is presence…
Will I be or not…

Joy is a state of being, is it not..
Joy is present in your stillness
It is there in your action
Joy is the fruit of your appreciation..

Oh what joy to know joy!


lovers (2)

Face upturned she weeps tears of joy at the sight of her radiant love..
Looking down he zones in on her to end the quest of his search.

The union even undenied by distance, stands transfixed
As each on its own is complete, yet together, magnify love and joy.

Such is this inner-outer self,
As when connected and accepted,
When understood and revered
The union is second to none..

Radiant beams flow from within
As the source to all is tapped,
The union cherished,
No space for division and no power to deny…

Lovers to lovers
In all their realms,
Search, find
And bask in glorious unions…

Pot of Gold

pot of gold

In the most fragile of vessels
Made of the most prolific compounds
Constructed of ingenious design
Desired by its inhabitant until the day of demise…
Is Gold!

This vessel is your immediate location
Outer shell pierce-able by as little as a pin prick
Yet strong enough it withstands all the woes of its lifespan…

This vessel is your means of transportation
Yet no wheels, no wings
And without motion takes you around the globe and back in seconds…

So much is possible in this vessel
So much is attributed to this ‘pot’
Yet comes a time when it will not glow
It will not wonder
It will not move…

Because without the ‘Gold’
The pot is empty
The pot decays
The pot is dirt!

Amidst the work of the Gold
All attention is paid to the pot
The pot is acknowledged
The pot is revered
The Gold is unknown….
For many the search for Gold is the goal
The search is started, interrupted, elusive
Returning to praising and adoring the pot!!

Focused and steadfast
Still and present
Know your Gold!!
As so long as you have your ‘pot’
So too do you have your ‘Gold’.

Beneath The Surface

gnarled tree

Ginormous and daunting
Grotesquely gnarled
Unbalanced and crooked

Surrounded by unequivocal beauty
Placid allure
Tactile comfort

Indignant !

Is this not what we all have felt?
Is this not how we have judged ourselves?

But wait !
Are we not all woven from the same cloth, the same dirt, the same chemical compositions?!

Has not the Maker granted
To each his time,
To each his aspirations,
To each his guiding force?


So see past the sense of sight
Feel past the sense of touch
Allow the heart to lead…

Gnarled or glittering
Strong or timid,
Feed the flow of kindness
And appreciate what truth lies beneath the surface.

Skin or bark!

Vulnerability : Strength or Weakness ? !


What is your deepest strength and protection?
Is it the barriers we put up?
Is it the fortresses we hide in?
Is it the choice of ignorance ?

Barriers, fortresses and ignorance
Bring isolated oblivion at a cost
The cost of living a death!

Your greatest strength is your vulnerability!
Yes, that part of you that risks the deepest wounds
Wounds which only heal with true understanding and acknowledgement of what really is…
And in the process
The risk taken
Can bring the sweetest pleasures of living!!

The trick is to find your way
Walk with and let in the ones
Who enjoy and dance a like tune of their own
And hence forth
Your unions, your vulnerability
Will present as treasures not risks!!!



There is a house
There is a light
There is fog
There is a foghorn…

The house is of visible splendor
But with no light there is no home…

There are distractions from the light
Murky and misty, obscuring the way…

But wait..
There are alerts to warn of the dangers
And most of all, there is the Keeper.

The Keeper knows all the signs
The keeper knows just how to direct
The keeper knows just when he is needed..

So live soundly in your house
Make your house your home
Listen to the keeper and find your light
Light with fervor and fight
Break through all the dangers
Anchor secure and steady
Rest and relax in your home
And learn to become
The Keeper of your Light!!

Elusively Possible


Flowering blossom
Atop a thistle leathered dermis
In the middle of the arid desert

Refreshing aqua drops
Form a puff of seemingly nothingness
Quenches the thirsty on solid ground…

Within the mortal shell of this being
Lays the priceless gem
Powering all for the unknowing mortal..

Yet still
We search endlessly
For all joys and pleasures externally.

So turn the eyes inwards
Muffle the ears from the outside noise
And find the infinite, waiting patiently
To be your one true friend…….

Innermost cry…

Man’s [and woman’s!] innermost cry has always been heard.
When he needed fire he was given flint,
When he needed water he found the river,
When he needed to know himself he was shown how to turn within.

Man has always become more with each evolution.
When he needed to build his strength
He had to climb and forage,
When he needed to exercise his intellect
He invented
When he needed to love
He found his soul..

Never has man not been given the tools to his true calling,
Yet it has always been left to him to acknowledge his need, his thirst…
Will he see, not with eyes, but with passion what his mission really is?
Will he dare to step outside the ring and lead his own journey?

He who does, will soon know the hardest is but the simplest,
The most out of reach is the closest
The most priceless is the most abundant..
Oh what dance we dance!

Such is our time that we get to yearn and satisfy,
Listen and sing,
Give yet take of the endless stream of music…
The rhythm of life…


Cold, tepid or blazing hot!!

A pot of boiling water..
How does it boil?
Energy applied increases its molecular activity
Movement occurs
Eventually the water evaporates
Some say it disappears
But no it has just changed
As it reappears as steam and condensation…

We have our own ‘pot’
Our pot is the Heart.
It’s contents?
Love, Joy, and Kindness!

A rumbling starts
The beginnings of a thirst
A wish to feel the contents of the heart.
We know there’s something there
Perhaps solid
Perhaps buried..

As the thirst forms and strengthens
There is a quiver, a beat, and then a rhythm
Finally a flow, up and over the rim
You think your pot will run dry
But it does not.
Your think you will lose your love and joy
But you don’t.
The heart is bottomless
And your thirst is endless!!

Whatever it touches or sprays
May feel a glow and kindness,
It may even trigger another’s thirst.

This power is incalculable,
Awakened it sustains the living
With fervor and zest,
Dormant it silently patiently awaits
With no agenda of its own.

Your temperature setting
Is a choice of your own..
How is your ‘pot’?
Cold, tepid or blazing hot!!