Painting

painting (audio)

Are we covering up or creating?

Is it part of constructing? Or is it decorating?

It’s just paint

It can be bold, subtle, dramatic, calming

It can say so much, make a statement, draw the eye

Or it can silently fade into the background not even hinting…or is that the hint

What are we afraid of?

It’s just paint

It can uncompromisingly clash dictating the décor

Or it can compliment and support everything around it making simple seem something more

It’s just paint

It’s therapy, it’s solitary, it’s social, a bonding time

It can make things new in a matter of strokes from a brush,

A few passes of the roller and not just a wall, a room, a house, a building can be transformed

You make something yours…ours

It’s just paint, but what a difference it can make

Sparks

Sparks (audio)

They spread in us like an epidemic of desire.

Created by creating fire.

They shock us, they mesmerize us,

They contain ideas like lights

Illuminating…truth…reality…us

A cause is born, a movement begun, a passion ignites

Leading the way

Finding the way.

They dance, they fly, they speak, crackle, in bursts so fast,

We loose track, but then another bursts just as bright, and we follow them

Initial energy so intense it consumes, yet, with the patience of Job they last…

Because it doesn’t just live in them…it is them

Searching for the right tinder to receive them and carry them on

Waiting with a yearning that sustains and fills and will never, can never be gone

Because it doesn’t just excite us it moves us

We are the spark

You are that spark

I am the spark

Catching on.

Night and Day

night and day (audio)

“She walks in beauty like the night”…and day

visions of grace and grandur along the way
the clap clap clap of feet kissing the ground
surrounded by sights and smells and sounds
living…moving…thriving
a world so full it all seems incredible…amazing
everything existing in patterns yet free
life
night and day, day and night
light and dark, dark and light
the same is different, different the same
the sun burns hot an unrelenting flame
revealing…warming…illuminating 
a sun so bright it all seems fresh…substantial
everything is in the spotlight focused
day
moon light, silvery shadows, blurring what’s real
it has a mystery to it, something hidden you can feel
sharpening what shines till it glistens
silence not so silent for the one who listens
inviting…foreboding…enhancing 
a peace so still it is palpable…pervasive
everything is there sleeping awake
night
and day
life

Voids

Voids

The things that get forgotten

Because those that will never be forgotten

Aren’t there

A memory both sad and joyful rolled into one

A day filled with laughter, hugs, tears and even some fun

remembering what we had, thankful for what we have

the gift of those who love us most

the little things we miss the most

The moments, the thoughts, the smiles

The voids get filled

But never fully

Things will never be the same

They might still be great, they will still be special

There will always be voids,

But that’s ok

Because it shows how incredible you are.

 

Making Waves

Making Waves (audio)

sometimes all it takes is a gentle breeze

a shift in the dust and one pebble, one twig, one leaf

can start

…a rockslide of thought

moving whole mountains

just a fraction of melting

in someone’s frozen heart

or mind

can start

…an avalanche of awareness

erasing ignorance…changing landscapes

The courage to disturb

the calm of the status quo

being the rock in a stagnant pond of complacency

splash

change

a difference has been made

Awake

Awake

A spark like sweet nectar from the perfect fruit reviving, sustaining, exquisite

My voice found again, ready like it had been sitting on a bench waiting for me show up again and set it free

Like discovering the missing part of my soul calling forth the lyrics of my life and giving me permission to be me

No regrets for there was good in that sleep and two perfect gifts that will forever make me smile

But, like Rip Van Winkle though never fully asleep a part of me did slumber for a while.

The dance goes on to the music of my hope, my joy, my belief in what can be

Hard times can lead to something better than before, but they are still hard.

I walk towards a future, singing to the rhythm of appreciation for the blessings of those who walk with me

I feel awake.

…of Dreams

of dreams (audio)

It never was and never is about the field

It is about the desires of your heart and your soul revealed

It is those deep longings that need to be fed

It is about letting our life go where the spirit has led

dreams are the fuel of a hope that lives way down deep

circumstances might try to steal them, but they’re the most important thing we keep

sometimes they get buried, or lost or even broken

Other times we hold them so tight we never even let them be spoken

We are meant to dream and if we build it they will indeed come

But what’s the point of building if we aren’t having fun

Dreams are meant to be the joyful stuff of Queen Mab and her faeries

We have no time for bad ones and no use for our worries

We

need

dreams…

We have dreams

We live dreams

And we have to believe they are possible.

We

Dream.

Up and Down

Up and Down (audio)

One foot in front of the other…up

We climb and climb and climb

Rocks and ridges, trees and streams

Natural nature, nearly pristine

The lake below like smooth green glass

Deep, shallow, deep, vast

The mountain beckons

And all around more mountains stand shoulder to shoulder

The green rises into the rock into the snow into the bright blue, pointing to heaven

The summit scene like something in between

Up…there isn’t any more and yet there is

and down…we can see enough to know we can’t see it all

take it in…breath it in…every breath so sweet, the way air is supposed to be.

One foot in front of the other…down

Return to what was, but don’t forget what is

The view will never be the same.

You’ve been up and down.

Serenity

Serenity (audio)

warm goodness,

like comfort food, and a sincere embrace

simple beauty

like friendship and a welcome smile full of grace

absolute calm

like smooth water waiting for the wind, a paradox of intensity and chill

joyful bliss

like something so sweet you might never get your fill

enchanted nature

like a child’s playground, pure creations place of recreation

jubilant optimism

like a blind trust, treating hope as inspiration

profound silence

like a love song that needs no sound

lasting peace

it’s the key to a better world…found

serene

I did not (in honor of a friend wrongly accused)

I did not (audio)

You accuse me…

I did not

You don’t know me, but you chose me

I did not

You had the power

I did not

Injustice abounds disguised as justice

I did not

I should have had a chance to speak

I did not

Everyone should get to defend themselves

I did not

Everyone should have the right to know why

I did not

You said you’re sorry

I did not

You decided to move on

I did not

You may not care

I do

It matters