As each moment rolls by,
My head yearns for the sky,
Straining towards spirit.
My body sinks towards earth.
Returning to its mother.
When will I stretch in two,
Body and spirit,
Each going home?

Caressed by the sun,
I feel the love of the universe,
Unrequested and unearned,
It is Being
Loving itself.

Scared awake,
I have nothing but this moment.
Breathing in,
Soaked in sound and sight,
I am ALIVE.

Here I sit in tranquility,
Balanced at the edge of everything.
The water laps,
Birds swoop,
Trucks roll by, distant.
Planes boom across the sky.
All is in balance,
Perfect.

I live on the edges of things,
Drifting at the borders of people’s towns,
Observing their rituals,
Their languages;
Not well enough to speak,
But to capture wisps of meaning,
Hints of intention.

I am my own species,
Co-existing,
Learning to Be.

The air,
The water,
The sky
Fill me.

Everything that is “me”
Falls away.

This is the “I am”
That I am,
Always.

Sometimes the gifts of life
Come wrapped in a dream,
And when the dream cracks open,
The gift is exposed:
Not what was wanted,
But what was needed.

Impaled to the earth,
Cradled in the sky,
I have no past,
I have no future;
I am this,
Now.

Clouds roll by,
Technicolor wonders,
Movies for the camera
Of my soul.

I am this,
Now

I could say goodbye
to this room,
I could say goodbye
to this house.
I could say goodbye
to this town,
this country,
this world.

I could say goodbye
to this body,
this life.

What would I be?
What would I say hello to?

Sometimes
the gifts of life
come wrapped
in broken dreams.

As the dream dies,
the gift is revealed:
we get what we need,
not what we thought
we wanted..