Speak your Truth: Be soul-full. Be free.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Peaceful

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Letter of Hope

Monday, July 25, 2016

Peace In The Milestones

Peace in the milestones

I thought there would be more

Pieces of milestones

Tomorrow is nothing

Today is the moments

seized with reality

No more pretending

Milestones are crossroads

One road to good intentions

another to higher good.

The path through to be

in nature

to connect

to inner soul.

The pieces are in the milestones.

Peace is in the stones of the mile.

The moments are in between.

My Father Had A Dream...

My father had a dream

a dream of men

a dream to overcome what

he had seen, heard, felt and done.

The dream was

vivid, strong, and true.

It carried him through his years as a sailor.

It filled him up in ways nothing else ever had.

My father had a dream,

a dream of time, endless days, weeks and years

that would send him letters of devotion, of hope, of love.

My father had a dream

that was bigger and louder than anything he had ever imagined.

It was proud and happy and aligned

with his beliefs and truths.

My father had a dream

of blackness, sorrow and sadness, it

swallowed him whole

and allowed him to drown

within his

longing, his growing, his thoughts.

My father had a dream

that became an unending of dreams

one that men hope to never have,

but some inevitably do.

My father had a dream

that became my burden to overcome, to grow out of

and understand

in ways

that not even he could.

My father had a dream

that became a cloud

that shadowed all of our lives

in ways that one could never have imagined.

My father had a dream,

I hope he awakens one day.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Mirrored Eyes

My eyes close to shield the bright light

the warmth of the sun fills me

Along the water I see

birds and small animals playfully banter.

Pine cones float to me

The reflection

a girl with a pure spirit

open to my smiles and wisdom

eager to show me

joy

I realize as I look

reflective eyes

my own look back at me

Are you okay? My eyes fill with tears.

She takes my hand and says yes.

As we leave she hands me a small stone and says

I am always

Within You

Courage

COURAGE

Emotions winding through my

spirit body

warmth of knowing

the space is open.

Breathing, breathing - to learn

the innermost thoughts of my youth.

Circling around the breezes

leave me alone to wonder

and reflect

on my understanding.

Knowledge is on the tip

of my spoken word

written for all to see

Truth

Monday, June 15, 2015

Journey

Journey

Joy of a brook beside

whistling birds

Sunlight glimpses

through lush green trees

Footsteps atop crackling

branches, rocks, brush

my skin tingles

My heart fills

peace and calm overcome

Be still

Be free