The fox, sly and cunning.
Always sneaking on the prowl.
In the dead of the night you sneak like a snake.
Searching for something you can’t find.
Running away from life one step at a time.
Run with the day, stand up and be free.
Let your self, live, jump, and see.
Stop sneaking, snooping, and stinging for all to see.
That fox must one day learn.
Life isn’t some secret to be found.
It’s fun, it’s beauty, and it doesn’t die without a sound.
There’s a poem on every piece of paper.
There’s a song in every guitar.
A story in every pen.
A word, an answer, in every breathe.
A life worth living in everybody.
Hiding in the corner is the truth.
Buried deep is peace.
Lying out of reach is knowledge we need to teach.
Every day is drips like dew, falls like snow.
All the answers we may never know.
The roaring thunder, the unceasing beauty,
talk to me, tell me.
The haze of mist, the light of day,
all say, all say.
One is with us when he sings,
the songs of nature as they bring.
Oh ye creatures great and small,
all ye feeling men may fall.
An ode to crescent moonlit night.
A determined butterfly deep in flight.
All this you can see,
can’t match match the love I feel for thee.
Was watching the movie, “Soul Surfer”, last night for the first time and I came to this realization at the end of the movie. When she separated herself from the pack and became one with the water she caught that perfect wave. Is that not what it is about? In all of life we seek to tune with a divine rhythm and can only explain it as that moment when all is right. All our searching and we come to know this is the place we seek.
Things are perfect in their own way.
When have you caught that moment of perfection?
The ladder reaches higher.
The hand stretches longer.
The myths created becomes grander.
All evolve in constant change.
In a battle, unfolding, shaping.
The falling from within.
Taking back what is not ours.
We have no choice but to die.
What I saw was a reflection.
Humble yet exacting,
A vast array of fearlessness.
A beacon upon the open ocean.
The potential for love so pure.
Her face unfolding in my mind.
An ancient promise once held.
You have given me the potential,
for the now to become the moment.