A poem from 11/19/2001

Waves break upon the craggy shore,
spewing their misty entrails out into the cool air
while the sun melts in a westerly fashion, overtaking the sea,
hiding yet again from those who don't believe in the precious moment of Now.

A mind flits and flutters like gulls on the shore,
fighting for nourishment in order to feed the moment, and
gain strength for the next.

The splashing of waves echoes in the ears of awakened souls, and
those seeking to be so enlightened; revealing past and future of time standing still,
of motionless bodies, and minds holding reign in the kingdom of eternity.


And just a couple of months later...

My eyes open to the morning sun peeking through my shades,
Wiping away the night I stretch with anticipation of the present.
While inspiration waits for my entrance into the bright afternoon,
my senses peak with dawn's light.

The beginning an end

A chance to smile again, to weep for the suffering, and
push forward with the movement of freedom.

All five senses fuse to form the mighty receptor; lightning veins
coursing through the body capable of welcoming in passion and beauty
in order to fuel our reason for being.

Allow for intoxication of the Now, no other spirit can boast this high.

Moving with the ease of confidence and the anticipation of peace,
I follow my dreams
The sun emits its most powerful rays of light
and heat, while folks live each moment in darkness,
Look up to find what we tread on each moment, the Earth--
our reason for living.

While the sun and moon trade places in the orange horizon,
our ideals remain constant
Even if clouds cloak the brilliance of the sun,
or the majesty of the moon,
be sure there is a light that shines for all.

Somewhere, while you weep in depression,
Light makes its way across the universe.