Let the breeze

 Let the breeze blow through me,

teasing at the edges, diaphanous

skin song; searching, sifting, so

slowly exploring each awaiting

cell presented, remembering in

timeless understanding, how the

gentle wind heals and settles.

Call to courage

The call to courage is not loud,

and so most easily missed, for 

it lingers in those places where

hope has gone, and whispers

through the cowl of fear; small

breath woven through words

and time, reminding us of 

who we might be, what we

might claim, when we choose

to be brave against all odds.

We cannot know

 

 We cannot know the future

we cannot guide the runes,

we cannot write our destiny

for that's already done.

We can embrace the future

whatever it may bring and

guide ourselves responsibly;

decide who we will be. 

Cycles of mind

 Thoughts in many cycles spin,

gathered like a tiny bird

wallowing in dew-washed

leaves, so the many moments

spun; woven into web of life,

roiling, rolling, ages deep,

testifying to the mind, which

holds, releases all that is.