The Adventure in Your Soul

The Adventure in Your Soul
Listen to the stars,
watch the wind--
walk with power within.

Feel the sky,
smell the rain--
touch deep within the earth.

See the eagle perched
on your mountain home--
merely a dream away.

Ask yourself all
the questions unanswered--
by a million generations.

Mystery begets sorrow
if left untouched,
like the rain that floods
if the earth does not drink.

The passion between earth and sky,
written in flower petal letters
and the luxurious song of the trees,
calls unto the beauty in your heart
and the infinite framed by the window in your eye.

Waiting with wisdom, a smile,
and a twinkle in the night sky;
I desire the adventure in your soul.

Walk with me to a familiar beach
unknown to rational minds,
crawl across the silent lake
and climb up to the stars.
Believe in this and you will find
a secret doorway to our past.

The harmony, depth, and passion
of the temptation in our voice
leaves you but little choice
to wander through the night,
fearless, present, and near
to the canopy above,
hoping and dreaming to hear
the language of our touch.

Enraptured with Self

Enraptured with Self
Cry my love to your children.
Walk the plains of heartache
to the source of your pain.
Dry, cracked, and sullen,
awaiting tears of acceptance,
an honest history,
and integrity of spirit,
your creations seek the nobility
of tears cast with touch--
each drop a jewel of personality,
a world of experience flowing within your vision;
let them taste your remorse to know your love.
Cry plaintively in the dark
to reach the farthest
forests of your soul--
remote and alone,
your beauty cascades around
waterfalls stepped deep inside
the prisms of your palms.
As the feather anciently touches your face,
the raven awakes deep within you
and carries you back to your dream,
children awaiting,
the dog fooling,
and the sky open to your imagination
to be filled with cloud and emotion.
Fly softly into the cedar
and let its wisdom fill your blood
with medicine and alchemy.
Your velvet sheen midnight wings,
now charmed with decision,
envelop your love with protection
to shield your circle from disharmony and hate.
The fallen feather marks the change
to a more positive day,
and it's touch upon the earth
clears our mind.
Be kind.

Mystery Cued

Mystery Cued
Sunburst sunset,
scattered red love,
cotton cloud dream diffuse,
cloud gate open,
revealing herself
to a portal above.
Mystery cued by the setting sun
and the canopy above--
the warped, rolling, undulating
cloud canopy colored with wolf tones
beckons the thunderbirds home;
the feathered serpent coils itself
with color and mystique,
searching its way to the last hole.
The skyworld gleams with
the great golden shower of the dying day.
A sea of perplexion awaits the night
with poise and expectation.
Whose hands have formed this brilliant artistry?
Whose hands have touched my heart tonight?
I want to know . . .
I want to know . . .
who is this mystic?
What touch of faith
and otherworldly experience
rendered this poet a mystic?