7.25.2009

Precious People

Come, let's put on our eyes of love;
I think we have a few pairs,
Somewhere.
There's something to see, trapped between the layers of their lives,
What you do not expect to recognize --
The treasure,
The golden light,
The greatness and the beauty and the sweetness and
Everything we hope to find
In Paradise.
They never seem to see it, no,
They don't really believe in it --
Their innocense,
Living out a life sentence instead of a life.
You must look behind
The bitter facial lines,
Accusing glares,
Smirking mouths,
Attacking stares.
You can see through their walls
And down their halls
Into their secret cellars of light --
Golden treasures locked up tight.
Precious people.
We were made to be the lovers;
Not to waste our time in fear.
Come, let's put on our eyes of love and see--
Precious people.

7.15.2009

The Random Joy


at the most random times it occurs to me how transcendently happy i am,
how this life, everything, is like a --
an intriguing mystical funny dangerous tale

i wake up and see it
so much bigger and stimulating than any story we concoct in our heads and put on a screen
it's such a long and winding and insane road
with bridges and spirals
and the treasure that is found and lost
over and over
and over
and i am happy to be here
stuck in this lovely and terrifying loop
always searching, searching
for the way out
just beyond the next disappointment
the joy
always finds a way back in to rescue me
at the last moment
don't understand it
not sure i want to
oh i really do want to find the way out
i do
but i don't always remember why
joy remembers for me
and reminds me
just often enough
to keep me going

7.11.2009

Fields of Light

last night I saw the Fields of Light
shimmering through the shivering night
felt the fingertips of grace
touch the teardrop on my face
saw the brush of a wand'ring saint
caress my soul with his shadowey paint
so i could stare into the lights
and see the patterns of their flights
open mouthing to the wind
that filled me up to fly again

7.10.2009

Dusty Road

Walking down a dusty road
Beside the everyday people,
You saw their despair and reached out your hand.
They followed you for a while, and you healed their diseases --
Walking down a dusty road,
A dusty road.

When you spoke of a better way,
The way of Truth,
They turned away from you and left, empty-handed.
You stood there holding life in your hand,
And they went walking down a dusty road
With what they could not let go.

Just a phantom of you was all that they could do,
And the phantom went walking down the corridors of Time.
He never looks the same,
But they always claim to know him –
Walking down a dusty road.

You stood there
At the intersection with a street of gold,
But they went walking down a dusty road,
A dusty road.

from "Jesus Songs" collection

7.09.2009

Universal Hug

You all fit comfortably into the circle of my arms.
When I really see your heart, you fit lovingly into mine.
I take a step back to where your truth can be seen, not just my reactions to your exterior and surface vibes.

Benevolent indulgence, appreciation and non-judgement enable true clear sight and positive vision.

7.02.2009

First Sight

To know that we are the ones moving toward you
Not you toward us --
Does it really matter?
In the end it is the same.
We see you appear,
Your topmost arc emerging from the misty horizon.
Our heart beats jump to the power of your first rays.
Alive.

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