Poem – Questions

“Are you out there beyond the
merging of the sky and the sea?”

I ask of the ravens atop trees
lining the shoreline.

I am torn as to my place here
when I only have a few fragments

left, the rest have scattered,
on a journey through the infinite

space, speeding toward the beginning
or some abstract ending.

An anxious feeling I cannot shake
as the questions keep building.

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Poem – I see the Lantern Everywhere

I see the lantern everywhere
and in my sleep as recurring
dreams have brought with them
a place in the empty field
filled with light and hope.

In my weakened state I cling
to this vision as the hours
and days pass and there is
seemingly no end in sight.

I cling to a vision of the buddha
ascending mountain steps
into the clouds.

With feet bound to this earth
they walk amongst ancient giants
guiding the universe since birth.

With feet free of the earth they
gather light and expose the
shadows and creatures in the forests.

Poem – Let Go

There is something in the forest
seen and not seen, the light
scatters, ebbs, and flows.

I am being watched and
I feel safe and not threatened.

I walk toward that light
with outstretched arms
and feel warmth as I
enter the beginning
far removed from the end.

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Poem – Far Reaches

At the end of this journey
I stood before the bursting

stars and bathed in the
energy and light.

I cupped matter in my hands
and I drank the elements.

Time did not exist and
I knew nothing of time.

There was no separation.
There was no boundary.

I became one with myself.
I returned home.

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Poem – Shift in Energy Patterns

We survived the 21st and made it to northern MN, to be rewarded with Nature’s majesty.  Photos will be posted later of the sunset of the winter solstice and the guardian Orion watching over us.


We are still here
having survived the end of this
physical place.

Did I learn anything from
this warning issued across
thousands of years, cultures, and space?

We spend the evening free of clouds
the first day of a new calendar
beneath the winter solstice
baring its black sky
a thin line where it meets the
black sea and we know it is there
from the half moon, an orange/lemon
pie and the luminous Cassiopeian queen
watching over Orion, Venus, and Mars.

THe night black as the apocalyptic
words we escape from, hiding the truth
fully veiled within conspiracies, interpretation, and fear.

We emerged on the other side.

But who are we now?
Are we different people,
or different spirits, energy?
If this was a transition
what does the new space look like?
Where is the map for us to follow?
And if we have been dropped in the
middle of an un-cultivated field
what is the first task to complete?

Go within.

The path through the field, the journey
through this new age, a new period of time,
is ingrained in our fingertips.

This field I was dropped into
crosses a sea with rays
of light riding their back
to the shoreline.

Winter smoke rises as the
cold sea burns
a mystical fire free of
boundaries, cultures, thoughts,
ideals – primal, the result
of the suns power to change
the landscape and live
harmoniously with the sea.

A moment passes to gauge the direction
as the horizon is shifting with
seemingly no pattern and the colors –
I have never witnessed a palette born
from the first quantum seconds
of the universe.

Today she bares all in celebration
of a shift in the energy we live within.

End of August, 2012

The last day of August, with another full moon, brings us closer to fall and the myriad of colors that Minnesota allows us to enjoy.  It feels like this year is slipping away, but the remaining months could bring much change, and there will be a shift, as more and more people wake up from their slumber.

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