"How could anyone ever tell you...you were anything less than beautiful? How could anyone ever tell you...you were less than whole?
How could anyone fail to tell you...that your loving is a miracle? And how deeply you're connected to my soul...?"
Thursday, August 31, 2006
A send-out to children of the world
"How could anyone ever tell you...you were anything less than beautiful? How could anyone ever tell you...you were less than whole?
How could anyone fail to tell you...that your loving is a miracle? And how deeply you're connected to my soul...?"
Sunday, August 06, 2006
I walk on gold
I walk on gold
above the mold
of everyday living and everyday life.
I walk on gold
the truth is told
and love is what I feel...
it is so bold
to walk on gold
and let the light sink in...
It's hard I'm told
to walk on gold, to feel the soul,
to be bought, not sold, to bring
in sweetness one hundred fold.
Sometimes I'm pulled to not walk
on gold and search for pain instead.
Though my heart beats true,
however blue when I find
myself strolling down a brilliant
path of shimmery, glittering,
blinding path of gold.
-GB
above the mold
of everyday living and everyday life.
I walk on gold
the truth is told
and love is what I feel...
it is so bold
to walk on gold
and let the light sink in...
It's hard I'm told
to walk on gold, to feel the soul,
to be bought, not sold, to bring
in sweetness one hundred fold.
Sometimes I'm pulled to not walk
on gold and search for pain instead.
Though my heart beats true,
however blue when I find
myself strolling down a brilliant
path of shimmery, glittering,
blinding path of gold.
-GB
What can be done with these kids?
What can be done with these kids?
What can be done with these kids?!
My time with them is on the skids.
Sometimes I hardly have any hope for them...
And it makes me sad, so sad.
Now I want to leave them, but not really...
It's hard. This sadness for them.
what can be done with these kids!?
...watching vids, on the skids, piercing their very own eyelids.
-GB
What can be done with these kids?!
My time with them is on the skids.
Sometimes I hardly have any hope for them...
And it makes me sad, so sad.
Now I want to leave them, but not really...
It's hard. This sadness for them.
what can be done with these kids!?
...watching vids, on the skids, piercing their very own eyelids.
-GB
Mary's Song
Amidst blue and white veils in gold,
she smiles her love. every verse is her song.
Flowers she brings through the sun's strong rays.
She sits with me here. I feel her gaze.
She showers on me millions of flowers:
Orange, blue, red, and pink.
Only love is what she speaks.
"with these I heal what has been torn."
She stands above me. Only love.
"What feels like pain is caressed in my blue.
What feels like aching is softly hued..."
she smiles her love. every verse is her song.
Flowers she brings through the sun's strong rays.
She sits with me here. I feel her gaze.
She showers on me millions of flowers:
Orange, blue, red, and pink.
Only love is what she speaks.
"with these I heal what has been torn."
She stands above me. Only love.
"What feels like pain is caressed in my blue.
What feels like aching is softly hued..."
Haiku about a purple rose
Purple blooming rose (5 syllables)
Rise swiftly toward your tall stance (7)
Envelop me please (5)
Rise swiftly toward your tall stance (7)
Envelop me please (5)
Self Realization
Nature surrounds
The light in me expands
And I feel you blooming like a lotus flower
from the core of my soul.
When have I felt this?
Long ago amidst desert plains
when skies were smog free and stars
were bright as can be.
I feel you and can see us playing and tumbling
into fields and fields of joy and surrender.
-GB
The light in me expands
And I feel you blooming like a lotus flower
from the core of my soul.
When have I felt this?
Long ago amidst desert plains
when skies were smog free and stars
were bright as can be.
I feel you and can see us playing and tumbling
into fields and fields of joy and surrender.
-GB
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