The storyteller, the weaver and the great mystery

I here you still

I am returning

the map’s been lost and I’ve forgotten how I got here

it may take me lifetimes but I know you’ll wait

I am returning to you. You

which gently pulls at my heart strings and writes me,

dreams me at night

I awake fully formed again, the storyteller,

the weaver of my life

I’ve never felt so close to you

great mystery. raven energy

wings at my back

I will soar off this vast cliff to

spiral back into union with you

When this soul rests

it is compelled to create in any way it can.

The silence invites poetry and drawings for my beloved

Why so many things after “I”?

The primordial mystery of beingness  

creativity follows stillness

love follows freedom

freedom follows love

more open hand

all things
free

Behind Your Eyes

Behind your eyes, the infinite resides

a vastness of space – fierce grace

I am a child filled with wonder and awe

swinging under a canopy of moss and dew

nothing could stop this smile

here I am wasting time

moving in and out of stillness

will you trust the earth to be at your feet with each step?

the air to fill your lungs with oxygen?

the sun to wake you and

the moon to lull you to sleep?

I am falling in deeper

a curious traveler on the edge

of discovery,

alone in the darkness

feeling my way slowly, gently as I go

Sensing the light of my soul is the home to which I am returning

Sensing the light of my soul is the home to which I am returning