Zen Balance

Once clouds in my eyes blocked
the silvery burst I’d see at night
Life’s sweet, sweet music went unheard
and dust in the wind
made the river cry


after the storms took a gliding swan-dive
she shone through all the veils
she wore protecting her modesty

Her halo embraced me as I walked
back out of a muted fog
One in which I couldn’t see
back into the balanced clearing
back into clarity.

I was going home to where
my heart has room to love and
many more rooms to spare.

We live in mysterious ways
and don’t need for spells to
be broken.

The ship of dreams I sail upon
is as clear in vision as a peel of
church bells

Life, is ever changing.

Sands upon the shore
wander by night and day alike.

I have to be this free
have to be me
Was born to fly high
where not only the wind
can breathe.

No matter where I am
Earth’s beat will always find me
come wind, and rain or hell-fire
I am myself
the journey home.


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Poets United Thursday Think Tank #107 Sound


In shadows of mist and night
harbour lights would glow
so safe
yet, maybe not so
music still plays

Feelings arise from
oceans breathing within.

Deep, so deep

each wave rises to its peak
then folds back into
self again

Singing winds
I catch myself listening
where I thought all
songs had been sung
into past echoes
and the last escape of
dream flight.

Slipping back into that
place of comfort
I’ve searched among the ruins
for missing pieces to
complete the scene
Absentmindedly hum
to the silent vibration
where you left that
promise there
for me to catch in
a breath of air.


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He plays
and, waves of love
wash me clean
Sweep over my soul with
ancient sound in their
healing touch
it’s raining.

Words too, fall.
Settle now in
puddles at my feet
where rainbows blend.

Footsteps displacing
pieces of a heart
with new ones
ripples then,

It’s all about keeping
it balanced.

Seeing thoughts with clarity
through spokes in the
wheel of gracious days.


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