Always...

For a time, you'll be on your own
But there is nothing for you to fear,
You are never completely alone;
You need only call my name
For I am always here.

In the dark of night,

When your demons try to roam,
And you need to see a light;
You need only call my name
For I am always there.

When the road before you stretches far,

To make your dreams seem out of reach;
It does not matter where you are,
You need only call my name
For I am always everywhere.

Excessively Early

I awoke this morning excessively early
And I think that now, I should go back to sleep.
I cannot tell if I am tired or hungry
But my bed seems to call me, with the sheets in a heap.
My eyelids are heavy as I sit on the shore
And my coffee feels thick and sweet in my mouth.
And the gulls seem to screech, “We think you need more!”
That’s enough for me. I’m going back to the house.
I will climb the stairs and crawl back into bed,
And snuggle beneath covers, as quiet as a mouse.
I’m falling asleep—okay enough said!

I Know Who You Are

I know who you are.
From your simplest thought,
To your most complex idea,
I see your dreams struggle
Against the events of your past.
And though you keep secrets
Those wounds still bleed through
And the stains darken your truth.
But you don’t understand
That you have to move on
Because that nightmare is over
It has become nothing more
Than a hazy mist.
And it cannot define you,
It is not who you are.

I know who you are.

I watch you as you turn your back,
I watch you try to disengage.
You take off at a run,
Then slow to a stride.
But you never seem to walk away.
You admonish yourself to conform
Your dreams to other’s desires.
But you must stand strong,
You must learn to let go,
In order to be simply
All that you are.

I know who you are.

I can feel your power.
You know that you
Hold the key to succeed.
Yet you fear what you may lose
When your dreams become real.
For the disparager’s words
Ring shrill in your ears.
Yet those who would judge you,
And discourage your truth,
They don’t really know you;
They have never believed.
They never will know
Who you really are.

The universe hovers,

It can see your light.
It moves to draw you out
Of the corner you’ve made
To start the square box
Where you think you should be.
But in your presence
The darkness cowers
To become grey shadows.
Your truth shines too bright.
You cannot hide
For even the Universe
Knows who you are.

So when the sunrise sets

Move out of the shadows,
And walk the curve
Along the new horizon.
Let the circle take you,
Release all control.
And when the circle spirals
You will want to let go,
But don’t, just hold on.
Let faith set your path
Faith will lead to your destiny.
And always remember
I am standing beside you.
For I have always known who you are.

Choices

One person can only tell another what they know to be true,
But no one can tell another how to think,
Nor can one tell another what to do with their lives.
Our life choices must come from within ourselves,
And our choices must always be our own.
We must stand our ground freely
And never backed against another’s wall.

If we define ourselves by other’s expectations,
If we define our dreams by other’s goals,
Then we lose ourselves to become hollow shells,
And our life’s journey will never be our own.
We must be true to ourselves,
We must always be who we are,
And let no one ever define us.

I Am a Creator, A Creator is Who I Am

Yesterday I did nothing but work on an art project. I did not look at the clock, answer or return phone calls, or think about anyone or anything except the art. I was completely immersed in myself and what I was creating. Neither the world beyond the art nor the time that past while creating meant anything. At the present moment, as I am writing this blog, I am creating once again.

These are the times when I am happiest, when I am creating, be it art or poetry or writing or photography or cooking or gardening... The list goes on. I do not care whether anyone else appreciates or likes the things I create. I do not care whether anyone appreciates or likes me. I like me. I like what I create.  I am not looking for another's approval. The only approval I need comes from within me.

When someone sees my art work or reads my poetry, the most common question they ask is, "But what are you going to do with it?" I am confused by this question. Why do I have to do anything with it? I came to realize that many of those who ask this question feel that if you are not creating to make money from the creation, then the time spent creating is time wasted. I cannot seem to wrap my head around that way of thinking. Don't get me wrong; if someone likes my work enough to offer me payment for it, I will gladly take it. Yet, while the money is good to have, I have to say that I am happier that the person paying me for it is getting some sort of satisfaction from my work rather than happy that I created something of monetary value. However, if no one likes my work or if no one ever sees my work, it doesn't matter to me. I really don't create anything for anyone but me.

I create because I need to create. Creating is a part of me. I am a creator, a creator is who I am.

Having Faith

Having Faith IS NOT to simply believe

Having Faith IS to know absolutely.

Without a hope, or a wish, or a want

To know everything you need,

Will come when you need it, and

Will be there within the right time.

Having Faith IS NOT greedy or boastful

Having Faith IS generous and kind.

Without seeking praise, or glory, or honor

To recognize the needs of others, and

To give freely of whatever is needed

Whether possessions, or labor, or time.

Having Faith IS NOT erratic or anxious

Having Faith IS patient and steadfast.

Without a rush, or a swerve, or a detour

To stay sturdy on treacherous ground

When the world crashes in from the outside

To know that guidance always comes from within.

Having Faith IS NOT pompous preaching

Having Faith IS an honest example

Without judgment, or insult, or ridicule

To accept other's beliefs without prejudice

And not compromise yours in the process

Standing firm in what is right and not wrong

Having Faith IS NOT organized religion...

Having Faith IS a Divine bond to the Soul.

Storm Fronts

Skipping smooth stones across conversation,

            Words ripple in rivers to a misread ocean.
White capped lies ride crashing waves,
           Tormenting still shores with foaming raves.
Seagulls screech songs with stabbing screams,
           Dusk draws dark with diminishing dreams.
Raindrops drip in diamond shaped tears,
           Breezes sigh deep on deaf turned ears.
Storms settle to showers, subduing at last,
           But the landscape will never resemble its past.