Awakened to the Shadow World

The me you see is but a shadow of that which I Am.
As I dance upon the screen, the very image of life
is but my story, and me the puppet, playing out in time.
In amazement I watch as it rolls before my eyes, and I,
the spectator, appear before Myself, as though small,
(a creation of Myself in Mine Own Minds Eye). Yet,
the moment arrived when My shadow hesitantly
turned and witnessed Myself as I Am ~ THE ONE WHO SHINES!
Now, having turned back once again to the shadow world,
she marvels and delights in madness at that which We see.

Pride’s Illusion

Goethe before the fall they say
Men of might that run astray
Of all the ruins to fall away
Pride will tempt them all!

And through the ashes grey I see
Your words, like daggers drawn on me
And having gashed my heart, oh thee!
For pride must tempt them all!

Yet lying in this pool of red
Emotions flying; flying, fled
And seeing truth as it was said
Oh pride will temp them all!

Burning Bush

I know what it is to be fire.
I have gazed deeply within that
blaze and pondered at its Isness.
I have watched those flames lick
upon the branch with a tenderness
that no righteousness could withstand
leaving all that hardness a milky dust.
Yes, I know what it is to be fire.

I burn just the same.

On Always being Right

I closed my eyes, and she was there,
standing before me in the void.
I reached deep within myself,
into a locked and treasured
recess of my being, and tore out
a ridiculously small heart that
I had vehemently protected
for far too long. I clasped her
wrist, shoving it into her
outstretched palm, “Here!
Take it!” she looked down
at the smallness of it.
“What is this,” she asked,
looking at me in dismay.
“It is ALL the love you ever
gave Me”, I whispered.
Then I turned and walked away
knowing our time together
was complete, and that she
was right when she had said
we would never be friends.

Another Step

Beneath the gleaning of my soul,
a winter’s icy road does track
the weight of my journey’s tread.
Another step a little nearer, and a little nearer still.

This season ends on that hellish frosts thaw.
These many years where death sought my soul.
Not even sorrow could kill the Light that leads Me.
Another step a little farther, and a little farther still.

I see beyond my reach, a new vision burns.
That glaciered mountain melts before me in its heat.
My thirsty heart is healed by those Living Waters, and She beckons.
Another step a little nearer, and a little farther still!

Matthew 26:39
And after going a little farther, He fell face down and prayed, saying,“My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; yet not as I will, but as You will.”

Never Really Gone

I danced upon the moon, and no one noticed.
I climbed upon a star and shot myself like a sling
Across the galaxy very very far – and no one saw.
I blinked an eye and disappeared to a world beyond
And no one asked – where did she go?
Because though I’d left – I was never really gone.

Love Spell

I have created around myself
a barrier of such magnitude,
a pulsating beating living energy
that can only be penetrated by
pure acts of Love, genuinely bestowed
in a manner of good intention.
Anything else will hit upon this wall, and
reverberate back into the nothingness
from which it came, and All will
be aware of its powerless effects.

Yesterday Lingers Still

(a before and happily ever after)

I have seen her there
behind the couch,
hiding in the shadows
from angry words.
Her tormentor;
An empty bottle
looming over her.
The broken glass.
The shattered pots.
A green leaf floating slowly down.
Time stops, as it makes its way to the soiled floor
with a crash of silence.
A tear falls.
All is quiet for a while.
Until the bottle steals away the hour once more.


I have seen her there
behind the couch,
hiding in the shadows,
and at first I am afraid.
But then her laughter brings me back.
Soft spoken lullabies.
Scattered toys.
Boo! She yells,
and runs across the crisp clean floor.
A race ensues.
I win, grasping her in my arms
with a crash of silence.
A tear falls.
All is quiet for a while.
Until her laughter steals away the hour once more.