The light needs only our trust
And, of course, the darkness
To work its eternal alchemy.
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets
And the music of fresh fallen leaves
Caught in a sliding summer breeze.
Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,
If only for moments…
And then be gone,
With gladness in your heart,
Before the creeping shadows
Claim too much your sadness at leaving.
A permanent path
That, once illuminated,
Goes ever onward - a way home.
Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.
And so we smile on, Feeding the truths we share With a union of our souls, Cathedral slaves of our passion Which builds beauty amongst chaos.
Sublime moments refracted,
Even if only for seconds,
Caught forever in your soul.
Nothing that truly matters
Can ever evaporate,
Be excised,
Burnt out of your soul.
Sense how
Even the smooth stones ache
With stories of their own
In the shuddering light of day.
On the canvas of life,
Every sweep of the brush matters,
Counts for something.
Everyday can be extraordinary
And ripe,
Like a flower burst,
If the will is there.
Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.
Together we all live every moment
On the very brink;
The razor’s edge
Of ecstasy or disaster.
The searing light of morning
Asks unwelcome questions,
Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.
When in love or inspired,
An eternal kiss from the divine
Awaits us all.
Ultimately not one amongst us
Will ever be denied that,
The glimmer of a chance to shine.