The Waves of your Volcanic Fireworks

The essence of your volcano, 

burns away

all that you no longer need, 

purifying you 

for

 new lands,

new travels,

new adventures.

It won't burn you, 

unless you resist 

the new life, 

that it wants to give you.

The wind blows it all away,

let it give you fresh air to Breathe.

The ice, and frost, and rain cleanses you,

refreshing your shiny beauty.

The hurricanes and tornadoes bring you

back to you,

to your life. 

Standing in front of the tsunami, 

learn to swim 

to save your own life, 

and 

ride the waves! 

They only serve you...take the lessons they give you.

And pay the price

for a life

of freedom. 

Let the lightning pierce you, 

and the thunder wake you

for action. 

The Heavens,

the oceans,

the land.

the ether

all call your name now. 

See those fireworks?

Those are for you. 

Your celebration calls you!

Feel your beating heart on fire.

Save

For the lost can never be found,
                                               if they don't want to be found.

Everyone's loss is their own,
                                          and we have no right to take their lessons from them.

Just be present,
                       and have love for your own loss.

You cannot Save anyone,
                                      but your-self.

Like sinking ships,
                           we will fall,
                                            and we will excavate our losses.

Reset the Steps you Dance

One step forward.

Two steps back.

Forever and ever;

We stop.

We start.

We reverse.

To let go,

is to leave

the game.

Dance your waltz,

           your tango.

One step forward.

Two steps back.

To your

new

  reset button.

The Saddest Song for the Saddest Day

Your musical note

-struck-

a

low ebb

and all of a sudden,

the tears came

flooding

out of

this dam.

The saddest note 

waited

so long

to be heard,

by 

you and me,

and 

forgotten humanity,

for,

if we cannot 

handle our sadness,

we will not be able to

handle our happiness. 

Slipping through our fingers,

we die

slowly.

Drifting away 

from the music

that is playing

in the ballroom of our lives.

Time for a new ballroom,

a new song,

a new dance.

A high musical note.

The Midnight Hour

Sleep elusive. 

No longer needing

to hide

from me.

No lullaby

and 

I need one 

now.

A song, a lullaby

to sweeten

      my night,

             my soul.

Walk into the night with me.

It's not as dark

as you imagine.

Rush Away Your Broken Time

What would it take
for you,

to slow down
and just be?


Not to rush away
the milliseconds
of your life,

that hasn't been given
to you, yet?


But to exist
in its wholeness.

however imperfect,
however broken,

that is to your mind?

Take me to your holy place
                  your Caledonia.

The Embodiment of Possibility

She said,

that Kofi

was

the Embodiment of Possibility.

A child

who had known some 

of the darkest 

and 

deepest

depths of human slavery. 

For him

to rise 

above it all, 

to overcome

the pain,

is the miracle. 

To forgive
a past,
that tried to break him.

How a child can know that love is stronger,
when adults don't want to know,
is bravery.

Forget your swords.
They are of no use to you,
where you are going. 

The war is over.

See your life with love,
and
have the heart
to see others with love.

No matter what they do or say.

Go beyond the faces,
and
become
the
Embodiment of Possibility.

If love has a price,
is it worth it?