Growing Magical Awareness

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

– W.B. Yeats

Pause, Breathe,
Tune in
to your Loving Awareness.

Cultivate magical connection.
See within
unfolding creation.

Awareness brings you within,
unites you
in Beauty,
Truth and Love.

(photo from the Kalalau Trail, Kauai)

Shifting Awareness

Shifting Awareness

What was once profound
is now mundane
how is it that experience
shifts the view

Honor the form of arising awareness
don’t get attached to the revelations

These wonderful Ahhs
that come from spirit
are wows to rejoice in
to broaden your spirit
to connect you to God
to a greater and greater knowing
of who you really are

Each trip you take
of physical, geographical
or through interior realms
broadens the awareness
Is fuel for the creative awareness

There is so much experience
the more you see the more
you are coming home
realize the appreciation
for your beginnings
your ground of being
how much you’ve grown
the wider your perspective
Allows in so much more.

Shifting Awareness

Shifting Awareness

What was once profound
is now mundane
how is it that experience
shifts the view

Honor the form of arising awareness
don’t get attached to the revelations

These wonderful Ahhs
that come from spirit
are wows to rejoice in
to broaden your spirit
to connect you to God
to a greater and greater knowing
of who you really are

Each trip you take
of physical, geographical
or through interior realms
broadens the awareness
Is fuel for the creative awareness

There is so much experience
the more you see the more
you are coming home
realize the appreciation
for your beginnings
your ground of being
how much you’ve grown
the wider your perspective
Allows in so much more.

Wind Dance

Cautious winds
blow from yonder valley
explore this sacred realm
where is this Shaman
hiding here
to take my freedom
I gust and swirl
the dust remains
I whisper in the tree tops
gently dance among the leaves
I lap the stream raising but a ripple
and the Shaman doesn’t come
what has happened to sacred valley
where is my adversary
always up for the challenge
telling his fellow beings
my secrets and my ways
the echo lays low
I am not supposed to see
they no longer believe
asleep to the ways of this valley
they leave for yonder plain
of some new dream disturbed
distant reality obsessed
how can they exist
without air
no scared breath taken
no chilled reaction
no recognition
where is sacred valley
is this now a myth
my spirit fades

A glint, a ray
sparkling cinders ignite
the play from day to night
the children are here
they know the way back
through forward solutions
twirling and dancing
romancing the valley
believing the way
the Shaman returns
the children sown
they can not stray
what was once forgotten
can not go away
play begins anew
as I blow my might breeze
through the branches of the trees
and the Shaman’s game goes on.

There is Nowhere for me to Land

There is nowhere for me to land
this land rises up so quickly
like expectations from a great messiah
quickly placed by the people
up high and out of reach

How do I connect to thee
when I have no place to embark?
Do I continue on my journey?
Is there no where here for me?

Please I beg you, let down a thread
any glimpse of your open heart will do
I am weary and need a place to land
can you not see me
the light shines from my soul
It carried me to you
the great witness surveying all horizons
spectators bow, thee weap for you
not knowing there dreams are here
They have been all along

What was it that I had to do
to arrive at the beginning
How ironic that my original face
was right here beside me

If I looked could I see?
If I listened would I hear?

I must hoist the sails and set off
not knowing what I will find at home
The journey is thee adventure
and all around me the players
dance their game fulfilling me
up with experience to reach higher
broaden my awareness
for if I only stay home
how will I see
to the end
of each rainbow.

Setting Up Alters

Setting up alters
questing to desperately find truth
looking outside
expecting a sign
of some forgotten paradise
it lives right here
dramatic entanglements
unfurling enlightenment
in the grain of sand
and a single rain drop
bring then within
these moments so small
most go unnoticed
there is harmony
in each moment
alters to the divine
if you open your eyes.