Fog, the starred skyline
Enfolds, obscuring horizon,
Through mist sun rises
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Phoenix Returning
I woke up with a sunrise
Echoing in my eyes,
The colors all collide,
And all that I can find
Is being alive
Engrained in every surface where it shines.
What else could I do but trade
The limits of the world for a song,
The song in whose melody
I’ve always belonged?
Believing the words held in silence so long,
I am, I am, so grateful to be.
The categories stripped away,
The day made out in perfect contour
Against the breathing sky,
And I, The crying light beaming,
Each a color that streams,
And the words form wings.
They dance each ray of light leaping,
Expanding from every point, changing never leaving.
Like a young universe, carving its own horizon,
I reach out, there Is no point
From which I begin or then return,
I am, I am, so grateful to be.
And so I rise,
With the sun rising in my eyes,
Surrendering the need to try,
I know I can’t fall, only fly.
What else could I do but trade
The fears of this world for a song,
The song in whose melody
I’ve always belonged?
There is more to our lives
Than the world will let on,
Night has it’s stars, from the ashes I’ve gone,
I rise, I rise, and always I’ll be.
Truth In Present Tense
The naked truth
It wears no clothes,
Turns wild what is tamed.
It follows you
Where’re you go
It calls you out by name.
And some people fear
The sight of it
And some have felt ashamed
Of what, revealed,
Is brought to light by it,
But it shines through all the same.
For what most people think is true
Is wishful thinking
In disguise,
A wanting-to-be-true,
That aches, that breaks, and cannot heal
An ever-present compromise.
You grasp at your wish
With outstretched hands,
Until you realize:
It’s not the sunrise
Or the dream
That’s keeping you alive.
And the moment you let go
Of what was never so,
It’s then you will be free.
You ask me, child,
How do I know?
It’s happening to me.
Enough For Me
Quietly, we sit so quietly,
Listening without a sound
To words that no one speaks aloud.
Silently, the world surrounds us silently,
The stars above us brilliantly
Shining through a tapestry
Shadows outline subtly,
Glowing fog against the green
Trees in mist, amidst the dark.
And suddenly her words become so clear to me
She says change, it comes so quietly
It happens
And only then will you realize you’re not the same.
For moments when nothing moves
Are moments when the greatest things occur
You go from thinking you know why
To not being all that sure
And if all that stumbling through the dark
Helps you remember who you are
Will you recall at all
The journey or the fall
The person who you were before?
When will it be enough?
Peacefully, I stand here waiting patiently,
The sun is rising joyfully,
And I sense night turn to day
Without the aid of sight
Gradually, the warmth comes softly back to me,
Lives are waking, motioning,
So immediate and wild.
Don’t you wish that you were like a child,
And still held wonder in your hands?
Live with earnest
Never worrying about the end.
If it comes down to letting go,
Relinquish all the pain you know,
Surrendering, you start to grow
Scrape up all the trust you left back then,
Start again.
How do you know you have enough?
Quietly, change, it comes so quietly
And suddenly, I’m no longer who I was,
But who I’ll be
Inside of me, I look for her inside of me,
For she is me,
And she is everything that changes,
And all that’s taking place.
Amazingly, the grays I saw so frequently,
Are gone, and now there are only blues and greens
Stitched across the many things I do.
Life shimmering, splashed water-colored in the rain
She’s crying for the world that’s hers by name
The truth she always knew.
So I turn
Just as spring is now returning
And we will still remain
And that’s enough, enough for me.
The Sound of What Happens 