Love Poems
(some feelings just come out that way)

If I hadn’t stopped midstream, turned around

and shifted my gaze from all the passing boats, yachts, kayaks and cruisers

I’d never have seen you.

But there you were

not left behind on the other shore

but standing at the tiller of the boat I called my own

steering a course serenely through the chaos.

Then you said the thing I already knew.

Without words you told me

‘I am You’

In a mirror, inner sight

That light you see

The colour you feel

It has no name

It’s you

It’s real

The love you have

For him or her

The love you gave away

It’s still right here inside your heart

Ready to dance and play

The waves of peace

That soothed your wounds

Still wash upon your shore

Breaking now upon your heart

And forever more.

The Thunder of Peace

Surprising how loud the music is tonight

In the midst of a silent world

Where no one listens.

I come home inside, close the doors

and there it is, playing full-blare

The notes a continuous expression of life:

The Thunder of Peace.


Stirred by Earth’s turning, a gentle breeze from equatorial seas
Rages with the hot, dry continental skies
Raises oceans to cool on high
Swirling through the latitudes to my home
Bringing gentle rain, soft breeze that fills me once again with gratitude
Evaporates fear from the atmosphere:

A downpour of love dripping from a sky that’s clear

Inner Light

Light without colour
Shines without a beam
Warms without heat.
Brightness without glare
Darkness without fear
Patterns, tapestries and landscapes
Neither created nor destroyed…

Explanations end while feeling takes over.

Good Morning!

When light becomes sound
And turns to music
Merges into the air I breathe
And becomes love
Then I’m content.
And ready for breakfast!

For Today

My spaceship has no walls; no windows.
I used to call it “Breath”.
Was that a put-down?
Or is “spaceship”?

Old Lao called it Tao
But only when the gatekeeper insisted he write
after a lifetime of teaching.

So, just for today,
I’m calling this My Spaceship.

My Crown

I'm wearing my crown
Can you see it?
No, because it is my crown - you have your own.
Can you see and enjoy yours? I hope so:
It's made of the same jewels as mine I expect
Unclassified, uncut, mega-faceted
I'm silly to try and describe my crown.

Forget your chakras,
My crown has no up nor down
No right side, inside, outside, upside down-ness
No colour, whiteness, dark or lightness
Its beauty comes from fullness of feeling:

I feel fulfilled as I merge into my crown now.

Forget your chakras!
Melt into that ocean within
Where even a moment can be appreciated
Like drops of pure water seeping from a mountain spring
One by one
To my thirsty mouth
Each one quenches
Yet the thirst is delicious too.

On Crossing the Bridge

How many times - today - have I crossed this bridge?
And have I really crossed over it lately?
Have I crossed to the gardens and the lake;
the fountain and the ancient trees?
Or have I just timidly ventured to the first few pylons,
felt the tremble of its engineering beneath the rushing load of traffic,
briefly surveyed the scene,
admired the view with panic in my heart
and retreated to the safety of the eastern shore?

I know the answer and it points to ye olde thirst again:
"I'm gonna be fulfilled before this day is done, starting now!"

Determined to cross to drink in the freshness on the other side
And then to dance back home, fulfilled, and ready to ask myself
"Now what can I do

to celebrate

and participate?"

This is it!

This is it!
Not that or there
But This, Here.

Could "This" be a new name for the un-nameable?
Could Heaven really be Here Now?

There's no room for doubt in feeling
Only enjoyment.

Gratitude feels best:
It flows

From my best love poetry you can read a few more poems here - ones I call "awaken poetry"


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