Behind the tears

— behind —

the scars

…Love…sees…it all…

— the wounds —

The bruises

— the…empty…fears —

those wicked words

— corrupted by —

another’s

— jealous intent…

Love…sees…it…all

— and smiles…

For Love knows

— the Goodness —

chained

— by every lie…

By pain so deep

— that Consciousness —

ignores its existence

— making —

Love…and only Love

— a Hope & key —

able to untangle

— the webs so tangled

Blinding

— every way we look…

As the seed ascends

— completing its dream

The…flowers…fade

— (their time passed) —

as the work of bees

— (completed so perfectly)

moves to

— other spaces…

Walkers

— feel the sun —

they miss

— the flowers of Spring

Their memories short

— for now they wait —

upon the fruit

— so oblivious

So unconcerned

— with —

the soil, sun & rain

— the wind and bees —

all the workers

— divinity puts in place

That each of us might

— enjoy —

a piece of fruit

— a slice of bread —

and the creativity

— put in motion —

by a chef

— a merchant’s market —

and —

The hand

— that Makes —

the thousand

— moving things…

She is small

— she walks slowly

Watching her balance

— seeking colors —

that she might gather

— the goodness —

that surrounds

— her youthful way…

In the desert

— her footprints —

gift joy

— to calloused walkers —

those looking down

— lost in worries —

so numerous

— that they forget —

the grace

— of wildflowers —

and the treasure

— of a child’s smile….

If we see

— the flower —

without the bee

— we miss —

the greater joy

— (of magic community)…

As we look

— we might find

10,000 tiny things

— singing —

a chorus of praise

— helping —

All good things raise

— a vision —

(Spanning past

— every horizon)…

Welcome

— to the neighborhood

Welcome

— to the place of love

There is room

— for you…and…me —

and a thousand

— unseen Possibilities…

#UnseenDiversity

The shadows stretch

— a proof…of time…

…(At least for those

— in need of proof)…

The restless wander

— as the curious —

swim amongst

— their wonders

…(a practice

— further securing reality)

What place is this

— what time —

what purpose

— what meaning…

All the while

— One Tree stands

Reaching for heaven

— while deeply rooted —

in its home…

(A place

— for Life

Neither paradise

— nor hell)…

Perhaps

— thought the questioner

Perhaps

— they are one —

And…the same…

Under the bark

— there is a smile

As one leaf falls

— and new ones —

take their place

— catching Sun’s gold

Sighing

— into the moonlight…

At the end

— of the day

As the sun

— slips away

The One Tree

— asks the Sitter

What

— of the bees?

She broke the earth

— still frozen —

An unfortunate

— Winter of Endings —

where treachery

— drained —

the blood of kings

— all to leave —

his work unfinished

— his bride angry —

weeping

— in the silent snow…

She left him there

— under the stones —

by a lake

— without a memory…

#RagnarsGrave

#TheLastKingdom

#GraveByTheLake

Look to the moon

— finding saving Hope…

Look to the stars

— revealing abundance…

Look to the soil

— reveling in your place…

Look past the night

— into the days that come…

Look beyond it all

— see Love smiling back…

Grace

— permits presence…

If we look

— we might see —

and in the seeing

— meld…into —

what

— only dreamers make…

Look to the moon…

Sometimes

— we sing in silence

A tune

— needing no words

Its music

— a composition —

of the ease of breath

— the absence —

of lingering pain…

A construct

— of gratitude —

celebrating Now

— and the stream —

flowing from Before

— into —

the opportunities

— of tomorrows —

those times

— for dreams to stand

Dusting off

— the failed attempts

Leaving only

— the reasons why

And…the energy

— empowering talents —

into friendships

— overflowing with fruit…

When the moment IS

— sleep…can…wait…

A mission calls

— and nothing —

Nothing…

— can stall its progress…

If the night is dark

— but your eyelids light

Sit up

— throw off the blankets

Embrace what comes

— it is your gift —

your Grace’s promise

— rising up to find —

a blessed possibility…

In the desert

— each precious life

A celebration

— of life & victory…

A monument

— to Possibility —

and a creation

— never finished…

When

— the Water comes

Green explodes

— presenting flowers —

(short-lived

— but blessing —

every moment

— with hope & seed)…

Sustaining

— countless things —

finding rest

— within the tan & brown

that place of refuge

— when each day ends…

What some call hell

— is…home —

to those…who know

— to those…who plan

Waiting

— on the Water

Waiting

— waiting on the seed…

Content

— to follow the sun —

and find the shade

— day in —

day out

— as long as they —

might be blessed

— to breathe…