That I Might Find Them
In the milder seasons, I slow my ride and scan the horizon, with hopes and prayers that I might find them.
A Study in Loving Kindness
By day you lead your yogis in breath led twist and poses By night you have us reading star maps, To navigate the journey that’s before us.
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The Reflections of Other's Perceptions
We must let our insight guide us and to step out of the looking glass and into the reflections from deep within our true self.
A Prayer
Oh lord my creator, I hand to thee all my fears and my worries, and pray with every fiber of my being. that you will guide
Times Gone By
My unseen hand touching the small of your back.
My Blessings
To the maker of stars and the stardust from which we are all formed, Who bent down from the heavens, and with the sweetest kiss, And
If Only
If only my heart were broken, Instead of shattered into shards, its clockwork ripping through time and space, parts scattered across the universe, never to be
The Yogi's Symphony
The yogi speaks the Sanskrit words And guides the souls within us To move in time and space from one form to another Her tone and
These Days
I don’t know how to love these days, With broken heart and jagged soul. For half a century it was easy As you grew near
The Minstrel's Lot
It’s my life’s work, To sit and sculpt the images of her form, To shape with phrases praises of my muse To sing her
Love
Love isn’t one thing And if the stars align And the gods are kind It can be everything I have lived deep inside its embrace
I am Present
The Buddhists ask us to be present, and I am in my own way. I am present in my sorrow, As I trace the jagged edges