SWAK (Thank you for the gifts)

and ne'er, but in this moment
does my heart marry the sky
and we are always and forever
in only just this moment, eternal

but never again

so we dance the floors of heaven
even if for just this night
when we are charming, graceful love
which we will always be

all ways and again

each time you kiss me in a dream

#iknowsomethingsthatgodknows

I have a sneaking suspicion
that when we honor our own good
in spite of our own absence of it,
we know the heart of Love

And it must be wisdom
that whispers, even in the brightest light,
that love will not bloom in another flower
that has been plucked by the prospect of my desire

I once thought that I
knew love and what it sounded like,
when I tasted what I thought I heard love was
Love changes, just as we do

The best is yet to come?
No, the best just keeps coming, my friend.
Let it in
Be with love- it's always here

It's everywhere you are


So here's me, writing the same thing a different way. This, I think, is 3 or 4 years old. Life is starting to become a blur where the moments and memories are more vivid, as I begin to know their eternal omniscience.  But the hows, whys and whens are irrelevant. Love is that space that soothes and smooths and spills and fills. Oh thank you. Anyway, here it is, the heart of G()D:

You must have been the heart of God

when love was what God thought of

In the brilliance of your loving kindness

you ignited the sky's lights, by the billions

And in morning's gift of skies so blue,

I swear that God loves me more, when my thoughts are with you

Yes, you must have been my heart, my God

when God first thought to love

Thank you, Life, for always showing me more than I ever think to ask for.

Questionable

When you question something do you seek to understand
or
do you seek to be pacified in your righteousness?

Just asking.

an inverted echo

Suddenly I'm listening
to every song and every thing
I hear the cries of baby birds
and hang my ear on wisdom's words
There'll come a time, I know-you'll see
when I won't even be waiting on me

I'll be dancing to the metronohm

And You And I

We are adventurers...alien beings borrowing these fleshy vessels
to learn to love
to be
to shine oh so brightly

born again
like a baby
in wit
and innocence
silently beaming

knowledge in this aged fleshy flesh...
to love to learn,
be too,
our own light, our own love