Spiritual

Clouds

As I rush by the calm blue sky I wonder why We hide Behind the cloud The sun shines Radiant It illuminates the world Finding a way To stay Still Until Another cloud passes by

The Return Of Reason?

Greedy grabs and Clever lies

Change

For those who are changing...

Penance

Here I am. Crying tears of inspiration at the Altar of deceit again. An imperfect sacrifice. Gifts I am am given, I have received unknowingly

The rising sun

To watch the disk of life, illuminate give birth to colors, hold dear it speaks to my spirit, my implicate innate there is nothing in this world to fear each living tree three hundred year

Freedom gives itself away

the thought flow forever blinding captive in its omnipresence certain paths have no finding beware of any convergence a rigid view forever binding.

PEACE UPON HIS FLOCK poem

and Peace captures the silence of God’s voice.

Winters last apple

As the worlds dimming-dimensions Grew dimmer and hurriedly, darker. I saw a thing crimson as it sweetens? Temptations apple waxing—brighter! The hour the date I don’t remember

Butterfly

Feelings fade like night before the day Thoughts of you haunt me and pass away... Souls apart ,drifting through life in pain I carry your heart through the pouring rain Hope rises in the East

Windswept shadows...

A place where shadows, disassociate Themselves; from bough and leaf green stem. Where these dissolved mulches conflate! In that, that is no longer—mayhem.