Immaculately gowned in an ankle-length night dress
your cherubic frame,
crowned with rings of delicate red curls,
twirled round and round.

You were in the moment --
​immersed,
perfectly attuned
to the strummed, earthy melody.

Arms waving, fingers tracing the air,
moving with purpose, shaping
the sound that filled you.

Baby blue-grey eyes,
riveted inward --
searching,
listening purely
for the notes that would lift you.

From the ground that once held you near,
you rose, on white-laced wings,
dancing you to the clouds.
And it was there that we could see
how softness glows.

With your innocence,
you took us in your arms
and helped us all embrace life
once again.

--

Only your soul will carry the memory of this.
The dance was freely given — a  gift
from the ground that gave you wings.

For surely it was this:
beauty, 
bringing us back to one another.

Oh, such power and wonder
in a slight frame --
crowned with delicate red curls,
twirling, round and round.     

In the twilight of our lives, We
Born of love’s blazing reach
Come at last to time’s waning push.

In the fading of the moment who is it that asks:
What have we made of it?… the light.
How have we fashioned the streak?
Has the shaped habit opened fresh taste and rung new sound ?
Has it harbored unique presence in the vast and constant flow?
Has it gathered with flickering light everywhere?
To grow and rise,
With the grand spiral dance of stars — moving
To ignite the looming dark.
With new beauty — Yours.
                
In the covering darkness
What you alone have set ablaze now answers
In the hands that comb your knotted hair
​and in the tears that flow with love and tenderness for you.

​This is the love you have kindled

Rising

​

It’s in the movement--
The sound of air rushing by my ears.

Ahead, the soft, winding path
Lapping over earth,
Rising, dipping, turning,
Like waves over the vast.

Fields of dancing grasses
Slip beneath spinning wheels,
As if the path itself
Were consumed by intense desire.

And then it happens--
A death, of sorts.

I and the bike cease to exist.
Somehow, it is all
Just perfect movement:
Flow and action,
Moving over earth spine,
Through fireweed and wild white asters,
Nestled in grasses.

They and I,
Paradoxically,
Indistinguishable
In the living landscape.

The stars know this.
Now—through me.

And as a gift
For this death, of sorts,
Their constant presence and beauty
Reminding each other of who we are:
Attentive,
In the giving
Of the one to the other --
Endlessly cycling
Love.

Join me in this song.
Come, sing with me
This dawning of the day.
Let every quivering atom in this body
Meet the same in every rustling leaf.
Vibrant essence streaming through an ether
Like notes on nature's grand staff.
We are love’s texture, shape and colour
Stirred by a star's pulsing radiance,
Sounding the universe with a song that time forgot.
For this is harmony and this is miracle.
I and you distinct, wind and leaf distinct,
Manifestations in a cacophony of existence
Made whole through eyes and ears attuned,
Merging in a symphonic melody
Of one great Being!
Pray that each plays its part
And know that in you and me
An epiphany hangs in the balance.
So join with me and together
We shall celebrate
Birth of the possible.​

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