Sanctuary

As moth to the flame
Enticed for sanctuary

Seek the soul's refuge

Becoming Normal

Face painted and fixed

Frozen in its serenness

Hiding the kiln's horror

We who voyeur

In warring attraction and repulsion

Have become complicit in the secret

Of your unnatural creation

And fear the normal

We have created in you

The Dark

Darkness

Curtains us from the unknown

Imagination taking over

Creating terror

Even horror

With courage to peek

Beyond this curtain

Comes a stillness

Revealing to us

The light

On the other side

Nature's Confessional

Come and sit

Sweep away the blanket of snow and rest

Place your footsteps in the fresh

Fallen snowflakes and make your mark

Soon new snow will fall

And hide the evidence of your visit

Secrets will remain a mystery

Your thoughts are safe

Covered with a fresh blanket

of snow.

First Snow

First snow fills the void

The empty landscape's longings

For a covering

The Wall

Who owns beauty's definition?

Brick upon brick

Building a walled city around the good.

Is it the eye of the beholder

As we have been led to believe?

Or the eye of the creator

lovingly glancing around?

Is it ugliness embraced, scars enfolded?

"It is finished!" being uttered?

Is this beauty?

Watching flowers go to seed

how beauty resurrects

in the power of hearts

in loving minds

and in reaching hands

consecrating the darkness as light

this is beauty.

Hideout

Sometimes we need to find

A perfect spot

Away from the same old

Body to hold

Not a mansion

Or a comfortable five star

Just an old familiar hideout

A quiet place to unload.

Rainbows

Worns Symbols Tarnish

My Souls Metaphorphosis

Rainbows Light The Way

Forbidden Fruit

Mutual Awakening

While The Gods Hold Their Breath

They Have Become Us

Eye See Red

Chlorophyll Dancing

Nature Tricking The Senses

While Creation Laughs

Seed

Am I Vulnerable

Created Potential Waits

Wind My Catalyst

A Kites' Prayer

I Am Tetherless

Miracle Wind Set Me Free

Loose Me To The Clouds

Beauty

Angels Inhabit

The Changing Autumn Colours

Promises of Spring

Drops

Moments Transform Me

Flowing Self Into Eternity

Lubricating Essence

Pathways

Noise Bars My Entry

Only With Inward Silence

Do I Find Pathways