Poetry

Waiting…

Waiting…
for someone,
something,
myself,
this painful core,
to burst forth,
set me free,
and reveal a direction
that moves me
along…

Believing in her spirit and her
courage to be free, I once again
become this lone heart bursting forth,
like a vast tree leafing into spring…

Out of Nothing, Everything,
Awareness Dancing with itself,
Singing into Creation
Myriad unfolding Ways,
Life in Love with Being…

Listen
When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.

Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and doesn’t destroy.

In your presence I don’t want what I thought
I wanted, those three little hanging lamps…