Washed.

The rains came
And I was soaked right through
The rains came
But after they went
What was old
Had been washed away
And what was left
Had been made new

And should the rain come again
Another day
I'll welcome the lessons it has for me
- I'll not run away

I'll choose instead
To raise my head
To let the water fall
And wash all that is unimportant, away
Leaving me behind
With just my heart, to dance and play.

The Older I Get.

And the older I get
The more everything is stripped away
To reveal what is essential
And what is essential
Is to connect

To be here and give

Dedicate these years of life
To seeking
And forever look
To fill with truthful expression
These pages in my book
Just one
Among a library of lives
From which we can learn
Everyday,
By taking the time to read each other
And by simply opening our eyes

- Without bias
Just looking at each other
Without judging the book by the cover
And seeing past the storyline
To the true meaning
- The essential
And what is essential
Is to connect
- To be here and give
And in turn, love will reflect
And that is all that really matters
The older I get.

Life Is Whispering.

Life it whispers
In my ear sometimes
And when it does
It catches me off guard
And softens the view
When I'm looking too hard
And getting caught up
In the superficial, the facade...

And when it whispers
I stop
And I listen
As life, she tells me;

How everything is
Exactly as it should be
- And so should you be
Enjoying the road
- The trip of a lifetime
Complete with all
The twists and turns
The highs and lows
- It's just the way it goes
And life she just knows
When to remind us
To go with the flow...

Catching us when we drift
And if we listen
- Giving us a lift
A gentle push
Back to the core
Back to being
Back to believing
And then hopefully
Seeing.

Sister.

She moves with life
With the ebb and the flow
Swims with the current
...Never against

She just accepts

Diving in with a smile
Then coming up for air
You'll see her amongst the waves
First here, then, over there
...And I wave back

I watch with awe
I always have
And many times with a tear
Of joy
Year after year
She has
And continues to show me
The woman
I one day hope to be...

One who moves with life
With the ebb and the flow
With the grace and beauty
Of one who knows

Herself.

Your Time Starts Now.

What happens
When everything you've done
Doesn't work anymore
And leaves you asking
What was it all for?

Don't despair
Everything that's been
Has led you here

To the edge of a new understanding
Look down and see the abyss
- The depths of what is yet to be learned
And not to be missed
By fears of falling and taking risks

Jump in
Don't wait
Create your own new waves
And free yourself from being a slave
To time
To your mind

Starting here :
Your time starts now.

No Explanation.

I go by gut feeling
- It's the only way I know how
And right now,
I'm trusting an inkling
And ignoring thinking
As I follow this feeling

Through.

- Don't try and explain
I won't be explained
- Don't try and make sense
It will only make sense to me

Just let it be...

You be you
And I'll be me
And if we accept each other
Without judgment
- We can set each other free.

Balancing Act.

It's a balancing act
This life
Taking care
To avoid extremes
And coming apart at the seams

To accept all
Even when we fall
From grace
Choosing instead
To pick ourselves up
In the face
Of fear and of doubt

Dusting them off
Without a pout
Or self pity
- Its reflection is not pretty

Throw away those mirrors
And focus instead
On the eyes of another
See
Connect
Hold
Hands
- They were made for giving
The act of which
Strips
Away the storylines
And the judgments
Created by our fickle minds

Leaving the soul exposed
Naked
And pure
As the day we were born.

Now Open.

The open road
The open sea
We long to travel
We long to sail

The open bloom
The open box
Reveals colour to our eyes
Reveals wonder and surprise

You'd never guess...

We already know the answers
To what we each need
And we know that open
Is better than closed

So why then, do so many
Stand at the windows
And remain indoors?

Time has loaned us this world
So get the hell out there, and explore.

Hearts and Leaves.

On a Monday in Autumn
When you were sleeping
They'd held your heart
And I think that mine
Stopped beating
While we were waiting
While we were there waiting...

There, you'd slept so sound
While we stood there waiting
For time to turn around
It's hands, so heavy on the lids
Of your eyes
- You were dreaming
And we anticipating
The rise and fall of your chest
Deep inside
A new heart beating
While outside
We'd watched the colours turning
We'd watched those colours turning

And outside those trees wore Autumn leaves
While inside, we wore hearts on sleeves
While you slept there, sound

You slept so soundly
And not a word was spoke
Hearts were up inside our throats
But not a word was spoke
Only hands were squeezed
Before you woke
But not a word was spoke


And I made you a garden in my mind
Filled up with elms and filled with oaks
I made you a garden in my mind
And lay you down in its bed
So you could sleep far, far away
Far from all these tubes and meds

I made you a garden in my mind
Where warm breezes they could dance
A gentle two-step, in time
Across your peaceful face
And miles away from this cold, cold place

And there, you could sleep so soundly...

While we are back here waiting
For time to turn around
It's hands, so heavy on the lids
Of your eyes you were dreaming
And we anticipating
- The blinking of your face
As deep inside, a new heart beating
While outside
We'd watched the colours turning
We'd watched those colours turning

And outside the trees wore Autumn leaves
While inside, we wore hearts on sleeves
While you slept there sound...

You slept so soundly
And not a word was spoke
Hearts up inside our throats
But not a word was spoke
Only hands were squeezed before you woke
But not a word was spoke
No, not until you woke.

Fire.

Fire, fire
Is in my chest
Fire, fire
I do my best
Everyday
To resist
Getting burnt
While burning
Silently
Quietly
For you.

Soft glow
Does he know?
Does he see?
The warmth in my cheeks
- This new colour,
A painting from my heart
He has me framed
And I don't know where to start.