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Changing Tides

Life and loss

its all the same,

equality of emotion

the subtle refrain…

deep pain

deep joy

deep breath

and then…

the next moment…

all is done.

The spirit of life

symbolizes the one,

that long ago faith,

we grasp in grief.

But grasp we must

we know the pace,

no matter evolution,

or trust in heav’n,

no matter our love,

no matter loss,

its all minute

compared to life,

as we know it…

as we strive,

to keep our existence

so alive.

Its not that way

we are all free,

to come and go,

and say good bye,

but remember…

tis just a pass-key

to this day.

It’s all we’ve got!

Do the most,

on the spot.

Be kind

Be brave

Be gentle,

then… but most of all

BE LOVE

to all hu – mans,

in the free fall…

of life.

The Mothership

The golden light

as birds fly home

sounds their flight

with a constant hum…

To fuel the fire

of our dreams,

as eventide

does become….

The ship on which

our dreams do sail,

engenders love

never to fail…

tis a way

to go back home,

to join our race,

at the throne.

The Mothership..

as she doth roam,

The Mothership,

a home of homes…

where all spirits

meet to share the news,

to end the day

full of muse – ings…

to circle round,

and join in love,

to circle round

and close the gap,

of life and death

of which there’s none.

The light is strong,

tis the way

the energy doth pervade,

our lives….

In many ways

tis always there,

tis in our dreams,

tis in our waking,

and lying down,

we feel the pull,

which knows no bounds.

 

 

 

 

A Mother’s Heart

The trail of tears

run down my face,

leaving tracks

none could trace.

With anguished heart

keeping pace,

overflowing love

spills through

my eyes,

and gently drowns

as reality I face.

Burgeoning emotion

causal tide,

returning to the ocean,

rushing wide,

all in motion

an unforgiving space.

Empty vessel

mother lode,

sings to the heavens

for a heart to hold,

slowing vanishing…

as forever told.

 

 

Dream Land

There is a magic land

with white washed huts

and buttered bread,

and water winding

through the town,

with candy shores

as sparkling sand.

At night,

when children go to bed,

the fairies kiss them

on the head,

and when they wake

come early morn,

mothers give them

cocoa warm.

The skies are blue

from dawn to dusk,

and clouds float Angels

riding on,

to guide and show

a positive view.

Along the way,

the children know,

when time is up,

the way to go,

toward the world,

shining bright,

coming back

when dusk does fall,

to light the night.

Bringing peace and calm

to those,

who set them on

the yellow road

leading back to home sweet home.

 

 

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