The Poet Dreamer Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams, Sleep of light thought of lines of poems Forgotten upon rising. We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions Much less our own lives, Our greatest dream and illusion. The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each other In active play as... Continue Reading →
Rest in Your Being
Rest in your being. Your light is ever shifting its gaze to wholeness As moods can dim what’s inward To quarter light. One cannot judge the size of the heart From dawn to dusk. You are your own moon rising and setting Over the span of hours or days. Time is relative to your... Continue Reading →
The Poet Dreamer
The Poet Dreamer Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams, Sleep of light thought of lines of poems Forgotten upon rising. We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions Much less our own lives, Our greatest dream and illusion. The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each other In active play as... Continue Reading →