Under That Same Tree

The pause is long enough to fit,
sixteen breaths, a yawn and a rush.
The breeze pushes to accelerate,
the steps of love, the mind is mush.

Approached with care, she sits
beside the woman with gray hair.
Calmer weather now, the love
has made its way into the air.

Listening and offering warmth
the only antidote for worry,
she watches the clouds as they pass
not one of them is in a hurry.

The loving soul who was there first,
took you under her wing and did,
what we are here to do and to be,
like family we all exist under that same tree.

Movement was a bit of a struggle,
so we called for more love
to come to our aid to provide some shade,
and it was a lovely cool break to lean on a new dove.

When we are entrenched inside the light,
we know and we see so brightly it shines,
from one to another, we swim in delight,
because without the braces it can be difficult to fight.

The energy will command you to slow,
even when you are blinded inside,
the flow – it has a way you know,
to send you messages in such a way, to abide.

One more step, one more breath,
there will always be love and change,
but we are nothing without breakage
and repair to remind us of our range.

Have thanks and gratitude for the gift
of your life. We came here in search
of a human experience and to broaden our light,
to soften the blows of those, and to uplift.

The trip was short we made it home,
with the help of the three wise men,
they brought love, kindness, compassion
and supplies to help us and for that, I give them a ten.

We are all under that same tree,
waiting, watching, listening,
loving, building, dreaming, singing,
dancing and laughing; it’s all that there is, you see?

What Are You Looking For?

What are you looking for?
Something to eat, something to wear, something to share?
What are you looking for?
Something to tell, something to sell, something to yell?

What are you looking for?
A change of season, a change of reason, a change of breathin’?
What are you looking for?
A bigger shirt, a bigger house, a bigger spouse?

What are you looking for?
More of this, more of that, a few more hats?
What are you looking for?
Something easy, something pleasy, something sleazy?

What are you looking for?
A conversation, a contemplation, a consecration?
What are you looking for?
An answer, a solution, a truth?

What are you looking for?
The next best thing, the last worst day, a fruitful array?
What are you looking for?
More time, more shine, more lime?

What are you looking for?
Less and less and less?
What are you looking for?
More and more and more?

What are you looking for?
Answers in wrong places, people with rude faces, shoes with no laces?
What are you looking for?
Scented moments, euphoric passion, exciting teasers?

What are you looking for?
A cheap deal, stuff on sale, bargains galore?
What are you looking for?
Higher stakes, risky breaks, too many takes?

What are you looking for?
Someone to laugh with, someone to latch with, someone to last with?
What are you looking for?
A quiet night, a beautiful sight, a dimming light?

What are you looking for?
A fresh start, a new heart, a lemon tart?
What are you looking for?
A replacement, a renovated basement, a defacement?

What are you looking for?
A cooler temperature, a more perfect day, a whole new way?
What are you looking for?
A flower, a tree, a shopping spree?

What are you looking for?
Recognition, admiration, validation?
What are you looking for?
Kindness, softness, someone to help sweep the floor?

What are you looking for?
A few more dimes, a few less chimes, a few more signs?
What are you looking for?
To stop the flow, to halt the horse, to make it snow?

What are you looking for?

A Certain Kind of Solitude

A certain kind of solitude my soul requires.
Silent but full of sound. Quietly loud.
A way for the mind to rest among raging fires.
The burden of people, is it shameful? I am sometimes not proud.

Proud I am though of what I know of what I need.
It’s simple and beautiful and kind and uncluttered.
It’s pure, honest, a chosen loneliness, my good deed.
The seagulls arrive, the crows walk with me, the wings they are fluttered.

Water is a sacred vessel, a portal, a connection to the divine.
My spirit swims and dances and forges a path against the grind.
Leave your words inside, don’t clutter my mind, I resign.
Hydrated with silence, not isolation, not fearful avoidance, but a found that I always find.

To watch the leaves, to sing with the sea, to listen to animals.
Have you heard the voice of an orca, the greeting of a feline, the dialogue of a goose?
The creatures that delight us, teach us, need us, require so minimal.
When you strip it down, let it go, stop asking, stop waiting, stop talking, stop needing, that’s the juice.

Take a walk, call yourself on the phone, talk to her, listen to her, be her hero.
A certain kind of solitude holds no mystery, no questions, requires no logic.
To share and bring forth the gifts from within: abandon the recipe, begin with zero.
Depletion is mended by repletion from the elements, the true magic.

Do not tell me when you have never been keen. You can never know what has never been.
Push to fill a space and a hole that was never meant to be filled.
The hole is beauty, it’s sacrifice, it’s bold, it’s a story that is deserved to be seen.
The comfort in a space so vibrant, so sure, so opposing, it is warm and never chilled.

No more apologies, time to raise the vibration and take the leap.
The song my heart sings breaks the heart of the ones who’ve tried to listen.
Leave me to my open windows, breezes, sunsets, cats, books, my friends who help me sleep, the sheep.
Caring so deeply, giving so much, my heart knows nothing but to glisten.

But for that I need to awaken, to rest my feet, to hear less the opinion.
To be surrounded by clouds and tides, less footsteps and pride.
The device is soon to be forgotten, but I am still a civilian.
Inside a place where fog meets ship, clear the passage, I do not hide.