Sky Whispers

and the Sky said to me:
"Go where you must;
do what you want to do;
wander, get lost,
disappear, then appear,
get battered and bruised,
change your ways
or your form,
like the wayward clouds
who never seem to rest
on their heels
or their hearts,
and yet they do;
and then,
come back to me
if you please -
empty-handed
or full
of yourself or me,
and know
that I will be there
waiting for you -
always, always there."

Sky and Water

 Sky and Water

and when I looked into
the space between,
the silence,
the emptiness,
the infiniteness,
where nothing seems
or has ever seemed
out of place,
I think of two friends –
Sky and Water
who are together, yet apart,
changeless, and yet changed
as they follow their course
and mirror their stories
in the space between

and beyond.

Inspiration

catching
the light and dark
of a shimmering twilight
and a hopeful dawn,
sits Inspiration -
on the brink
of time and space;
looking into the now -
this moment, and
infusing it
with all of herself,
welcoming
the stirrings
of an ever-changing sky,
broken open
in a joyous cloudburst
of a constant renewal.

Dream Catcher

why do you bleed dear Sky?

when your friend goes down, but for a while?

your heart does speak in many hues,

orange, purple, gold, red and blue;

do you mourn the poignant end today?

or do you hail the brilliant star that held sway?

who will you remember, when the last star is gone?

who will you wish upon, when a new one is born?

will you be the eternal mourner?

or wait in faith for the elusive dream catcher?

Wild!

If questions
were bridges
to nowhere;
if thoughts
were clouds
of raindrops, to share;
if dreams
were rainbows
without pots of gold;
if feelings
were butterflies
flitting about, to behold;
I would be
the infinite sky,
and everything
that's in it - wild!

Who holds up the sky?

who holds up the sky?

You or I?

the clouds that gather

to hold hands and smile?

or the trees that chatter

as they reach out a mile?

the mountains towering,

yet rooted in love?

or the oceans moving on

to build a fragile wall?

birds a-flutter

as they dance with the wind?

or loving hearts that yearn

looking up to the moon?

who holds up the sky?

You or I?

a ribbon of love,

binds us all to life.

I'll meet you there

I'll meet you there
where the earth and sky
empty themselves
into the misty grey void;
where thoughts rest awhile,
and dreams don't fly,
walls cast their form,
and tides don't rise;
I'll meet you there
where the sun and moon
hold hands and stand
to rejoice at noon.