The Gleaning

To those of us who walk by faith, not sight,
Amidst the watching souls, though doubting still,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

Their crippled wings do claim from most His flight.
Yet wiser hearts do follow perfect will,
To those of us who walk by faith, not sight.

While treasure sought for gain’s a weary plight,
The Truth is buried in that costly thrill,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

Our worlds so slowly spinning out of right,
This gleaning of the soul to He who’ll till
To those of us who walk by faith, not sight.

Self-made fires blaze in a blackened night!
He who devours, pleasures there — until,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

True passion is the wick He does ignite!
In our weakness, His strength He does reveal,
To those of us who walk by faith, not sight,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

Power to Create

I have manifested all sorts of energies
The entire spectrum have I crossed
Each step of my own choosing
Every lesson gleaned for the gain
In darkness I found sorrow and reaped compassion
It was there I learned to love myself unconditionally
In light there is joy abounding making charity easy
And I learned that giving was in actuality receiving
I danced in the energies, every one “good and bad”
And there found the power of my soul
I yielded gratitude to the darkness and sorrow became my friend
I bid it well and rode the light back to joy and found bliss
And I came away with a wisdom found only by experience
It was always me. Moving me. I have the power to decide.
Every thought creates a feeling that directs my next step.
I can believe beyond what I see and create magic in my future
Or I can create pain be seeing only what is and enforcing more of the same
I have the power to make worlds as I think them if I allow my emotions to believe them!
And you have the power to create in this same way – and you’re doing it every day.
So let me ask you to look around. What is it you are creating? Is it wanted?
If you take responsibility for what you see, you have the power to create differently.

The Agreement

Thousands of ME’s
From Infant to Old
Illusions of form that I chose
That I might traverse this place
All the way from Birth to Death
That I happily bequeathed
To Myself before coming
Let Me not forget that
I agreed to Love them All

Behind the Veil


My eyes are made to see the worlds things
My vision is made to see what lies beyond
I can conceive of it only in the well of my Being
When the mind and body are stilled
I move out of the illusion and into eternity
Where all that has been dreamed awaits Me
Where both heaven and hell are Mine for the taking

~ It’s the same for you, even though you are unaware.

The Song of the Sun

The sun found me hiding behind the window
It crept up and peaked in with its golden rays
Not even my closed eyelids could keep it out
With a smile I greeted it and it gave in return
The promise of warmth and a new day
Reminding me that it was mine to create
All energy is boundless – I Am Free
My spirit knows all too well and is singing
This – The Song of the Sun

Dragging my feet the whole way!

I came dragging my feet the whole way.
The end of the path felt contemptuous, like an angry death!
That is exactly what it was – the old me – refusing to die.
I had to let go, it would be the only Way.
I could stay here, at the end and die the slow death of life,
Or I could leap across the divide, to the tiny stone that lay before me.
I would totter there, I could see – space enough for barely one footing.
It was time to go and the only enemy to my leaving was my fear,
But I was never held slave to that for long.

P.S. Just so you know, in the end, I had to be pushed.

The Second Coming

I came to the wide and open space of darkness
Which for a millennia I had feared
Touted as a place of death and destruction
Very few ever even neared
And it’s true I died there in that place
So many ways in which my ego seared
A hot and burnin hell consumed my creation
‘Till underneath the god in Me appeared
For all beliefs that hid Me from this Knowing
That dusty casement of illusion disappeared
And shining there in all My reigning glory
I saw that All was One to be revered

I knew that it was Good

There came a day in my life when I realized that not all that I had seen was as it appeared. My vision of life was like broad strokes of paint on canvas – colors mixing together and creating shapes that held no purpose at all. Yet, they yielded beauty. It was a splendid mix of radiance and within those hues were entire spans of life, all being lived out harmoniously and with an order that I had not previously been cognizant of. Until suddenly, I was – I could see it All – every connection. It was like I was everything. I was every leaf and every tear and every cloud all at once. I could feel the heartbeat of every creature and every vertebra that moved and every wind that blew through leaves like the strumming of strings on some secret mystical instrument. And all I wanted, was to thank God. I wanted to yell it from the highest peak that I could climb, and then I realized – I Am the highest peak – I Am that I Am. And I heard God laugh in that moment. It was as if every laugh that I had ever heard and every voice I had ever listened to laughed in that laugh because All was God. And yet I was still Me – one small piece of God, finally realizing that I Am. And then We both laughed – the entire world laughed. And I picked up everything because it was mine – you see, being and having are the same thing, and so I walked through the doorway to All, and I became what I came here to become – this time around. And I wrote with a new passion and I filled pages and pages and volumes and volumes and my fingers were like lightning on the keys and it mattered not that no one ever read them. Because I was everyone, and I read every word that blazed upon the page. And it was enough that I alone knew that it was good.

The Rising

Each mote must float within its space
And every like to each its own must face
And You so being created as such
If longing and desiring is much
Must know and understand in detail
To stay the same yet want will surely fail
There must always be a growing and a reaching
For the risings only garnered by the breaching
Yet the soul that tethers itself to any idol
Will find itself a prisoner of that wile
For the expanding path will always lead away
From those whose choice in stagnate waters stay
But You who’ve learned to think in all directions
Will find the power that masters ALL reflections