The face of stone

Photo by Dan Fraser

The small might roll around 

the handles of the big

but do not bet against the tide

overcoming the power

in the walls of brick and stone

I wrote a message 

on the face of stone

just above where the tide retreated

in the morning

The flow of time

Photo by Dan Fraser

There is a surprisingly easy

flow of time

between the seamless slices 

of itself

as though the apparent movement

had no direction or goal in mind

as if there were really

nowhere to go

Heal the loss of hope

Photo by Dan Fraser

There is no method to repair

the broken vision of the lost

the only force that can heal

the bitter parts is love

but love  cannot be created

without the seed that waits

within the human heart

the love that heals the loss of hope

A figure emerges

Photo by Dan Fraser

A figure emerges

from the giant wind tunnel

of my life

the wind is blowing through me

as I move in and out of dreams

into the surface of where I am

the kettle has boiled

the tea is made

another day begins

The wall of ourselves

Photo by Dan Fraser

 

Does the clarity

we’ve all been seeking

come just before

or just after

we drive at one hundred miles

per year or was that per minute

into the brick wall

we didn’t see

or that we ourselves created

and placed as a target

in front of us

is the answer to this question

of vital significance

or meaningless

when we greet the great wall

of ourselves

and become truly alive

or truly dead

The arbutus tree

Photo by Dan Fraser

 

The winter bare arbutus

stands on a rocky knoll

above the forest 

gazing to the sky

while the distant mountain 

reaches deep into the ground

Waterfall

Photo by Dan Fraser

A never ending flow

of tomorrows

come rolling down the waterfall

towards me

I am every one of them

A never ending sea

of todays

are floating in every direction

around me

You are every one of them

A never ending call

of yesterdays

can be heard behind me

All the voices cry out

this one this one this one

Stumbling to joy

Photo by Dan Fraser

I am not lost in the comfort

of the round and smooth

I can build with the challenge

of jagged edges

and their unpredicted angles

my hands are reaching for the size

to fill the empty spaces

in the hungry future

my steps have stumbled 

on the path from fear to joy

my heart has found a way

School

Photo by Adrienne Fraser

When I went to the school 

of who is it you are

they gave me a mirror 

but I looked the other way

I went to the school 

of where have you been

they gave me a map 

but I looked the other way

I went to the school 

of how far can you fly

they took me to the top 

of the mountain

and I flew to the ground

of where I am now

I went to the school 

of what can you feel

I looked in my heart

and I fell to the ground 

of where I am now

I went to the school

of what do you fear

I picked up the mirror

and I looked in my heart

and I fell to the ground

of where I am now

I went to the school of love