Blue ocean light,
dancing in the purple moonlight.
Waves drift.
Two seconds to midnight.
Waves drift.

Drifting to an island shore.
Two rays of glowing beauty.
Rising up to cast off the shoreline.
Through the whispering trees.

Who knew the universe?
Who knew it was she?
Who opened the door
to yet another universe
and set us free to be.

At first, our connections form a mist—
a gentle veil that hovers in the morning air,
soft and undefined, barely visible.

As we age, the mist becomes a sprinkle—
tiny droplets that ground us to earth,
each one a promise of something more.

Then the drizzle comes through,
a steady rhythm on the windowpane,
and on comes a thin continuous stream of interconnectedness,
weaving through the years like silver threads.

We can run a marathon alone.
We can grow a garden.
But alone only goes so far.

Acres of land only grow as we do.
Only we can land on the moon.

Our ability to go it alone is beautiful
But our willingness to reach for the stars is breathtaking.

Have you felt that quiet stillness?

Not in the morning,
before the world awakes,
or in the evening,
when the world sleeps,
but in those moments
when you’re all alone,
and the world grows quiet
within your mind.

When life becomes,
truly becomes life,
and your spirit,
and your mind,
and the world
become one.

Like a seamless casket,
like one hand clapping.

My mind’s fragments writhe.
Ending like a raucous rock concert
Beginning like a newborn
Spinning and wartorn

A black & white spiral
Swirls the world
The brilliant pearl
Like the mind

Fragments of stars
A peaceful galaxy
A blazing white Milky Way
Is born