God winks at us,
Keeping inside joke to himself,
It’s unexpected answer,
To my earliest prayer,
You spiral towards me,
Star man.
Who are you really?
Perhaps you awakening…
Don’t see your heart’s power,
You rattle my bones,
When I gaze into your eyes,
Sense of home,
Terrifying and so real,


Cheerios in a Bowl

Floating  on a  milk sea,
We drift apart for  a  time,
Not seeing we are  in the  same bowl,
We spiral to edge of  the galaxy,
Perception  of  small  or infinite,
It’s  still the same  bowl,
Of the Trinity deciding-
Cosmic law…
Adam and Eve will reunite,
Like two cheerios in a bowl.

Heart to Heart

I see you,
You hide in the  dark.
Eyes adjusting,
You may growl…
Bare your teeth…
Try to  claw at me…
You draw blood…
I’m  not  afraid,
You appear ferocious,
Beast to  the eyes,
Darkness deceives the mind,
It tries to  spin fear tales,
My heart glows a soft light,
Growing larger…
Until there is  nothing but the  light,
We become; luminous  beings we are,
Heart to heart.

Does It Matter?

Lifetime of  homesickness,
Never one to fit,
Square peg we are,
Jammed painfully into round holes,
Tumbling to such a heavy place,
Here we  are…
Lulled  into forgetting ourselves,
Sex, money, and hollow dreams.
Dulled into numbness,
We rub sleep from  our eyes,
Trying  to  adjust to bright lights.
No one  else  dares to see,
They fear even  a glimpse,
Knowing  only the  numbness.
So we question why we came here,
Peeling layer after layer,
One heals then the next one bleeds,
Remembering who we always were,
Soul calling us home,
Does  it matter?

You Are

My heart’s fire glowing outwards,
Hands sculpt slippery clay,
Or paint the soul’s colours,
Pouring it out of me.
In intimate moments you are…
First waking thought at dawn,
Midnight’s prayerful vigil,
Comfort found in quiet tea,
A shot of burning whiskey.
You are what I know,
And what hides from view,
What felt long forgotten,
Yet  I fear to remember.

No Distance

When the world ceased its care,
Your heart doesn’t  stand alone,
You’ll  find me always there,
Where you’ve  nothing  to  atone.

It may appear fragile and small,
To those who don’t know,
A glass globe of snow,
Shaken up, it blinds us all.

It’s not me driving,
Through the darkness  tonight,
A lifetime  spent surviving,
Car’s beams create one light.

As I close my tired eyes,
A gentle fire fills my heart,
Your  love is a  beautiful art,
No distance.