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Vancouver Island, BC, Canada My Home
The coast of this island is open and naked to the wash of the brash young Pacific
Waves that crash and renew, every second, the beauty of this land scoured by the surf driven, alone
Each new day dawning, like the glint of God's eye on an innocent baby, fresh upon the earth unsure of its way
But alive with the gift to grow, love again, and grace the people with a look so natural and eloquent
That startled; they just stand or walk or look amazed at the power of the One who made this place
And allowed its funy and peace and strength to moisten their faces with a fine mist, perfume of God's seed
A mystery to most, yet a calming and empowering fuel, this place ... it is to me ..
Pilgrim's Lament
Love, unconditional bursts from within my open heart
driven ever outwards on the wings of my mind,
ever searching for an match, returning
to pierce my soul with a part that would make me whole.
Do I dare trust and extend that two-edged sword
to a stranger and thus empower her with my words
to love me or hurt me, with or without intention
to let my essence be outgoing or be dashed upon the rocks
Of her own pain and confusion, for the reward of a union
bold and anew, that can reach out to all with conviction
for two spirits joined in harmony to the power of two
can lead the hearts of others there to a space to view
What might be there for them, should they risk a walk in Cupids den
thru a forest of anger and mirth, to seek that love that is worth
every broken memory of the past,in hope that this one would last
an eternity, in peace and fine loving, a pilgrimage to mend.
Spaces
Music is not so much about the notes, and it is about the spaces between them. And so is Life and Love, for what we see at first
is not at all what may be there inside, for you may have see n the worst.
When you see the words ao a soul online, can you see their mind
their heart and soul, and beyond the music they play for you ?
Can you feel the the spaces, words unsaid, that hide in fear inside their head?
For to find and stroke those places is to touch and heal, put joy
and love onto their faces. To search and know you have impacted
and helped one heal and be attractive to a real Love, a girl or boy,
to treasure, honourm and enjoy. is empowering.
So as you listen to the notes of the ones you meet, lay an ear to the heart, and feel the part where fear and pain reside and live bitterweet, a clash or image and reality. For its facile to know of faces and places, real menaing occurs when you walk, softly, in those spaces.
Stitches
Stitches in Time and space are the substance of love and grace by which we chart our paths thru Life as we seek out the deep happiness of a friendship so complete. That it seeps down into our souls and warms cold hearts anew, from a union of me and you. So random and yet so planned, this joining of a gal and a man, a mystery of technolgy that those so far apart may be so close that we feel and love better than most would love in life, in real.
So take a moment, a stitch in Time, and smell the air of Fate, and decide for certain if you'd dare to strike the notes of a aching and yearning heart, and join make whole, from just 2 parts.
ADRIFT
Mornings of memories sail thru my soul,
a clipper on trade winds, with a cargo of broken hearts
returned to their port of origin, one of them my own
Winds blow swiftly, lashing the fabric of my soul,
as the mind grasps to go where the heart has been,
to uplift and mend and set on its way again.
Where is my safe harbour, my place to rest
away from loneliness, that place
that is absence, once removed?
A lighthouse for my spirit to kindle its spark?
to burn with passion fueled by the breath
of another, my mind searches the horizon.
For as the wind whips at my back
and the rains ppours down into my heart
I remain optimistic i will find that place
To stop and live and to love once more.
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