
Sometimes the bright lights
and the loud voices
of success
don’t compare well
with the soft murmur
and gentle touch
of failure
whose failure is it anyway
Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
Sometimes the bright lights
and the loud voices
of success
don’t compare well
with the soft murmur
and gentle touch
of failure
whose failure is it anyway
Does the wind make a tree
grow crooked
or does it lean in the direction
of its thirst
the rain knows the way
to the ocean
you can’t make an appointment
for joy
when children ask
are we there yet
they know the answer
So many ways to unwrap
this precious gift of breath
in the forest of leaves
every colour that your eyes
can imagine
or the scent and sweet song
of the tiny birds
with their bright wings
that flutter so swiftly
in the air of morning sun
When we hear the signal
we will all slide down the tunnel
into this world
what a shock it must be
coming from the music
and the love and light
into all the needs
of this helpless body
what did we forget
do we have to learn it all again
There was a crash landing
when my past ran into my future
without a flight plan
all the pathways leading away
turned out to be circles
going back to the start
I looked for stations
that could pump air
into the flat tires of my dreams
I followed a flickering light
into the forest
that brought me to this place
where I belong
which I never left
What is the silence
of mountains
can the eagle or the wolf
be their voice
when the storms rage
in dark clouds
are they speaking
what of the sun and the moon
are they then at peace
I keep a tower of secrets
buried deep in ice
I’m sure I put it there
more than once or twice
there was nothing more
to say
so I locked the door
and threw the key away
a bubble rising
to the surface of forget
may be a lesson
that I haven’t swallowed yet
some things cannot be
in air
that’s the reason
why I put them there
I came from the country
where the door to true
was locked
and no one had the key
it turned out I was the key
but I didn’t know
I tried many other keys
but they weren’t me
and I didn’t know
the roads were all downhill
and ended in a cliff
that only I could climb
but I didn’t know
now I see the steps
and every one is mine
there is a fine mist at the top
but the sky is clear
and the view is mine
Late morning sunlight
Glorious colours
Leaves
Gratitude
Peace
Nothing in this world
is more important
than everything
and everything is energy
or God or love or the ocean
there is only one ocean
hello drop
you are everything