YOUR BREATH
Each morning,
under an indigo sky,
I walk the path
to the shore.There feeding
the hungry world
with bits of my self
until I am no more.I await the gentle touch
of your breath on
my cheek.To become whole
once more.Mace
NOW
When, if not Now?
Yesterday, lies like
a stone mountain unmoving,
unchanging, except in our
memories.
Tomorrow is but a flitting
fantasy wherein we try to
pin our dreams of Better.
But Now is a sleeping giant
that awaits the chance to dance
to the music of our laughter,
spin with the rapture
of our understanding,
and weep at the beauty
of our grace.Let us sit, you and I
and watch the autumn breeze
move the leaves.Mace
RETURNING
Where in this world
can You be?
Take out your compass
and travel East.
You will find yourself
returning from the West.
Travel due North and
you return from the South.
Arise Up and you return
from Below.
Go Inside and arrive
from Without.
I will tell you a
great secret,
You are Here.Now let Us make
some tea
and enjoy the company.Mace
INFINITE PASTURES
In early July,
the wind begins to smile and tickle
the sea of tall pasture grasses.In the morning,
from west to east,
it puffs its breath
so that sunlight dapples
each blade¹s shiny surface,
an infinite chorus of
sparkling green and gold.By early afternoon,
it turns stronger,
east to west,
seasoned by salt air,
frothing the grass into rippling waves
carrying daisies and buttercups
like flecks of colored foam.At dusk, the ebb tide,
the sun lowers,
the colors intensify,
each blade is glazed in pink,
and the field sways
as if breathing
Gently.
The mind quiets.
The body rests.
And for a moment,
this tiny seed grain
floats free on the
slowing wind.
Ellie
BRIGHT WINGS
Blessings fall softly
Like petals from blossoms
Stirred by the sigh of a breeze.
The heart soars lightly
In a luminous sky,
Aloft with the ravens,
At one with it all,
Yearning for God
To fold us
Into his bright wings.
Ellie