within
a circle of trees
from the forests,
the trees are calling…
come…
come to the gathering,
‘within a circle of trees…’
~~~~~
do not decline… but trust sweet
nature’s secret sign…
and enter here…
a small converted prayer,
and share the purpose resting there
behind,
of the small fine line: and this, a
‘time’
not isolated,
but of an equal care of sympathy for
all that lives.
~~~~~
How do you know me, you, a new man?
walking along the old familiar road,
but your feet make no tracks…
silent traveller amidst the endless
stars of words…
how do you speak stars of words of
love, to a waiting maiden?
With perfect passion lady,
and trusting all tenderness of earth
will follow.
~~~~~
in the valleys, the dancing ladies,
serve their cause…
the soft throw of their love,
small seeds to our waiting earth…
‘lifting the land with small hands…’
we shall have a household, you and I…
a gaia household
of grace and stars,
accountable to all…
And all shall share this table…
within a circle of trees,
laden with all
this soft reach of her love…
“coming to the gathering…”
~~~~~
light shares…dipped in fragrance,
…the soft sweet melting powers of
love beneath the endless stars…
until exquisite joy lifts all the
lands,
and all the endless stars… above the
stars…
what is it that describes?
This magic potion of existence…
as the freshwater flow
‘gathers the seeds of time’ within
a circle of trees…
this breath sharing circle
carrying the souls of mountains… to
the shores of oceans…
~~~~~
the softest stir of the forest breath
to shyly weave the melting ice,
into a small fine line of life of
sympathy
…of gossamer lace, of minute
rainbows,
of a word born free…
to love the maiden.
Small star,
small stir of the forest breath
to breathe a star…
of earth, as home.
~~~~~
come now, dear sisters…
to trust these shapes of time…
and with a listening heart, divine:
‘this tender intimacy’ of a
language born of grace,
the smallest rules at the beginning
to believe in this,
the gentlest soul of individual time
and place…
dear sister, have you also seen
sweet visions…
and then, as if returning from a
rainbow dream
aspired to share as ‘poetry’, your
cause…
~~~~~
friend,
do not call so loud.
do not be so strong, to own the stars
calling so earnest into the stars that
wait beside you.
These waiting stars…
they will hear your smallest whisper,
the whisper no-one else hears…
oh such small joy. Smaller than joy.
Lifting names and reasons,
and weaving the waiting love song
nature
of all the stars of names
come small…
and when you whisper intimately,
you are in time with stars
and hear their silent answers…
~~~~~
Silent traveller, amidst the endless
stars of words
from the furthest star you turn, with
the smallest turn of thee…
returning home to she, your own beloved
earth.
How can I sing of thee, my love?
empty is the night
no star shines in the evening sky
no description describes.
How can I sing of thee, my love…
But of she, my love, I can sing…
With love for thee, her mountains stand
and her valley grasses dance
her rivers flow
her oceans live
all with love for thee.
Shy stranger
to enter the garden so quietly…
in this soft sunset
the pastel colours of your name
are gently receding…
but your name shall come again.
And there,
by the small flowing stream,
the maiden is waiting…
and the softest impression of her most
small desire…
this waiting love song nature
of all the names of our beloved earth,
come small, come perfect.
“Oh gentle lady of the snowlands
when will you sing again your song to
me”
Soft flight of the northern geese
returning
and the white swan flies for free…
I wandered amidst the mountain streams
gathering in the rainbow names of many…
and all the names are soft become
the smallest water droplets returning
to their ocean
and feminine time washing over me
and all the names are softly come…
to rest upon
the shyest breath of our beloved
earth’s immeasurable trees…
and the dance of tenderness,
of the rainbow plankton and the coral
reefs
in her exquisite seas.
“Oh gentle lady, of the snowlands…”
now I share the song, of this our
company
shy poet weavers, each one small one,
sharing to form our life as we…
Soft flight of the northern geese
returning
and the white swan flies for free…
soft flight of the northern geese
and the white swan flies.
~~~~~
In the heart of one flying…
the soul of the poets
is sharing from these trees,
blessing the song and the singer…
In perfect time, the great soul
is sharing from the forest…
a time of ‘soul and light’ to grace
men’s hearts…
with love for nature.
“my love, you offer me a gift,
into my hands, a poem of light,
so light, of no returning…”
~~~~~
see the dancing girl…
barefoot within a circle of trees,
alive with the smallest secret,
in the long, long time of she…
her quickening spirit…
with soft calling,
of all spring blossom days
to witness
immeasurable journeys…
‘to the heart I will go…
with all smallness by my side
to the conference of the wise
and the shyest breath of the trees
shall be my guide…
~~~~~
My love,
shall we share now…
resting as we do
within the call of a small woodland
owl…
held and unheld together, her
mysterious love unfolds…
her shy breath, a love song of stars…
kind, quiet trees…
small star, small stir of the forest
breath
to breathe a star… of earth, as home
of many…
~~~~~
held and unheld together…
the silken line has ‘gifted’ to the
lay,
has risen above, and outward bound,
has opened to immeasurable oceans
of galaxie’s of stars,
to share the way, of this, a new
cosmology of love.
And all around, the smallness sings
‘the smallest love song’ without
words…
and rings a circle of the shyest breath
of trees
of this most holy and most beautiful,
our ‘word’ of earth,
of ‘she,’ with thee, beloved…
Side by side, together, we’ll walk
the avenue of stars,
of wise, kind oaks, and chestnuts,
sweet,
as sweet soul’s darkest trust,
wherein,
a light of covenant shall shine without
a light,
and fill our being with response,
to be a poet for our earth and for our
life.
~~~~~
a gift of stars
between the trees and moon,
into the whispered white of dusk
and then, our night…
…to lay upon our earth…
and every tree and star awakes with
bliss,
within a dance of love
… this shyest breath of trees
to share a sight of thee
beyond the eye,
in soul’s time keeping.
~~~~~
grace has looked down
and breathed her air upon thee…
fair wind chrysalis,
maiden,
singer of lovesongs.
Now, the silent circle
soft with time’s play, of small
feminine time,
and lace about the maiden,
shares the dancing day of light
and pure feeling,
to form the motion of sweet light,
sharing our body and our language…
as the tenderest flight of names of
life and mercy…
this meeting of breaths, of soul…
one breath, one soul…
come closer, and closer still, my love…
how beautiful she is, see how she
reaches…
see how beautiful she really, truly is…
~~~~~
this lady?
how came she here…
interwoven in names of the rainbow lace
of time
in distance and in closeness,
and the ‘being’ of women and men.
About her, the small birds fly…
to lift the veil of stars…
her face still hidden…
amidst the falling leaves… and
softest breeze,
she dances with the forest and the deep
blue sky
She dances with the endless ocean of
stars
within a circle of trees there is a
stillness
a quietness… her smallest dance…
her most secret dance…
“come closer my love, come closer
still…”
… and now here… in the softest
wilderness,
of
the wild – deer – nest hour…
‘no power ever held a place with
thee…’
the quiet whisper, more quiet than
silence,
waiting to be known…
friend, in the ancient time
calm reason reached into unknown…
and sympathy was a language
chosen from the hearts and souls of the
nature…
of endless names, and endless stars,
each star…
a ‘smallest star’: a dancer in the
soft free fall… of sweetest wilderness.
Now the blessing comes soft. She’s
been waiting a long, long time.
since when some past and half formed
whispered prayer
entwined, amidst long standing trees…
… to dance so delicately there…
with sweet geometry soul…
and plentiful of time’s own, smallest
calling…
and smallest time’s whisper,
“come, come and dance and share with
me… into our world…”
~~~~~
this poetry of a feminine time…see
how she reaches, see how beautiful she really truly is,
attending now… come wise and kind…
and wise within the time of their own
journeys…
the sweet surfing waves of their
intellect
flowing like streams…
attending now, come walking plain
beneath the noble trees…
the rythme of their equal breath,
soft chance for her discovery, not
seeking her…
yet, for rest, into a clearing come…
amidst immeasurable forest, and
therein,
… a shelter, formed by natural way…
of leaf and tawny bark, and sweet
anemone,
and jasmine all around,
and the softest play of one small
stream
and the sweetest sound
of her voice,
‘moving through soft wilderness’…
… while deep inside
their souls are dreaming dreams
not even they
can own or govern with their will…
and shall they follow…
~~~~~
smallest attention…
to a secret meeting
place: a moving essence
of the smallest grace,
this sweetest call
to be with company…
in answer
to the ‘rising and the
lifting’ flow of life,
in all exquisite ways…
this love…
such beauty surfing light
sweet searching…
then touching home
and this delight,
enjoining thee,
this purest symmetry of
perfect, small and tender sight of love…
While intelligence
wanders…
underneath the arch of
time…
‘the folds and reaches’
of great, gracious trees,
to lift their soul of
love to stars…
and time lifts time
and love flies low… as
graceful time…
this veil of finest
gossamer lace about the maiden…
small birds wing soft to
earth,
their small feet touching
ancient time
to stand so still before
their own beloved…
tenderly I see with my
heart…
a forest filled with all
small things loved by thee,
‘only to only’
sings silent love songs
to each one small one…
~~~~~
… to touch the leaf with light and
sun
far reaching life
and ever begun, a gossamer mist
of minute difference and precious
‘other’
of two, not one
within our world…
a perfect company…
‘relationship’ begun, not as a
wound,
but healing fountain song of many notes
that light sings heavenly
… this waiting love song nature
of all the names of our beloved earth
come small…
quiet now…
the small drop descends
returning home to its source…
the night is an open window to the
stars…
~~~~~
Come closer… come close to me.
Come quietly… walk quietly with me…
Whisper quietly, and side by side, as
you quietly speak,
and as I hear your voice,
I will feel your quietness…
Listen,
to my voice, to the wind through the
trees,
and hear your own choice,
to love the quietness within the names
… and recognition:
‘believe in me for I am quietness’
Listen,
to my voice, to the shyest breath of
our beloved earth’s immeasurable trees…
and share your choice, with my choice…
to love the quietness within all names,
and recognition,
believe in me for I am love…
for I am life…
for I am quietness that speaks and
lives and loves,
into the hearts of many…
and is heard…
~~~~~
Side by side with the redwoods she
stands,
lifting a new star, in her joyful
hands,
to waiting heaven…
~~~~
Who gathers us here…
Who calls, that we may follow…
So touched are we, come side by side,
and so loyal…
our smallness brings us equal.
Who gathers us here,
that we may follow… in this valley,
full small with smallness…
~~~~~
In an ancient field, with tender hands,
she sieves the holy grain
until one only
only one, remains…
open now, the golden fold of sun
upon the wheaten grain
and earth, our soul of names… to
bless the bread,
Shy earth… our soul of earth…
Shy names,
to gently dance, delighting love and
light,
until the coming of the night,
so plain, so beautiful…
“…and sight of thee, beloved”.
~~~~~
my love,
how long it has been,
since I last sang to you…
How long have I been silent,
Not even I, have heard my own singing…
the sweet prayer I used to offer,
rests somewhere unknown to me,
lost amidst green wooded vales…
hidden among the wild valleys of
rhododendron and peonie…
And now again, I feel close,
and closer still…
do you call to me…
or do I call to you…
my song again sings free, and lifts our
fragile world to the stars,
and the mountains and the forests cry
such gentle mysterious tears,
It is a quiet song. So quiet, of gentle
joy,
More quiet than before, and so light,
so beautifully light, of no returning…
~~~~~
love, gift your secret here…
into our hands,
this touching of one small word to
another…
‘… within a dance of hands’
small joy is waiting…
waiting for the beloved to come.
And as each hand plants the seed
into a poet’s sharing lay
of lands far reaching and unclaimed
shall soft wilderness, your own fair
one…
cherish and name
this word of “home”…
and run away with her…
into a circle
of all trees of life…
~~~~~
this music of my beloved,
it does not shine too bright,
to burn, like a hot sun on the longest
day,
but more,
from his sweet play,
within each one small one, of note,
a small light shares,
… to light the way…
a small light within a loving darkness
come to lay
upon a bed so intimately,
this waiting maiden,
this smallest feeling of his ‘play’
of love.
~~~~~
“am I known to thee…”
attending here, soft reaching sight
hand-maiden to the river’s flow…
this gifting breath of light, of way,
to know of thee… and yet, unknowing…
And shall I stay?
or shall I go…
there to that gathering…
~~~~~
See now, how
I have gathered the working, waking
hours
and planted them seeds, and songs,
at the feet of trees, on the shores of
oceans,
among the flowers
in the valleys…
~~~~~
beyond a moving spirit…
and beyond,
further beyond…
the fleeting passage of a time unknown
until,
known again, and beside you
all names are this: this gathering of
we together…
within the turns to thee of ‘thought’
yet still,
the small stream passes through the
forest glade
to breathe a man and woman new…
to share,
‘the shyest breath of trees…’
~~~~~
… and as I prayed to all the gentle
night,
my head arest upon the breast of she,
our earth,
a sweetness lifted me into unknown sky
and myriad musics gently shared their
way
My body’s cells were opened and we
merged,
no sound was heard, from this
mysterious play,
but only felt… a symphony of small
exquisite love,
a universe of stars, of music’s
“time”…
Again I rested to the breast of earth,
and wondered to the beauty of the
night…
‘appearance’ and ‘description’
come from light,
the smallness of an ‘ocean’ to
believe…
…this smallest reason to believe in
life
~~~~~
‘my love, fill my waiting heart with
all good things…’
this soft surrender of my call for
redemption…
a glass of wine…
no more tempests
only the sunrise of this single star…
in all that I am I give to thee
in all of my loving I give to thee
in all of my knowing I give to thee
in all of my living I give to thee
all to thee
all that I am I give to thee…
there is the beautiful river, passing
in the night
I see moon and stars shine in her
waters
and in the day…
a small seal rises, looking with eyes
of love
deep, deep into my soul
Within a circle of trees, there is a
gathering…
a procession of names and feelings, of
being and light
Here are poets and artists, dancers and
musicians,
and singers of love songs.
Here are scientists and philosophers
and designers with integrity
and farmers who are lovers
and divine alchemists in search
of the smallest moment of time…
where is my loved one?
my intention to surrender melts into
the blue of the sky…
“it will take you by surprise,” she
whispers.
smiling to all… a glass of wine in my
hand,
…touching stars with my eyes
~~~~~
shy breath, small wind to blow…
one spoke now, single, soft into the
sea of their intention mind…
and in this ‘stand’, his plea…
‘attend to me’…
His voice, the early evening star…
his eyes so kind,
all perfect, even constellations of the
living stars, of words… come small and bland,
of day and night, and skies and life,
and land…
and tenderness and love,
attending with him there, in his
defence
…”of she… our own beloved earth…”
“do you hear her calling?”
she calls the company to come
‘initiation’ of the first creative
‘one’…
beginning…
of stars and moon and sun “alive”
as soul of life, as life…
this smallest reason to believe in
life…
this smallest reason to believe in
stars…
~~~~~
Silent before the singer…
I awoke in the night
no star shone in the evening sky
in the stillness
I heard her voice calling,
the dancer who’s face I have never
seen…
And I followed,
empty was the night
and we entered together…
~~~~~
we have already met, my love, you and
I…
come small in perfect closeness,
already as one…
in union I am surrendered completely to
thee,
and held towards thee, empty of
strength,
carried by your strength,
encircled by your male power…
bathed and enraptured by your purpose…
…even as you journey towards me,
I am already yours
even as you yearn to own me…
I am yours…
…even as you gather the fullness
of your intention.. and direct yourself
to me,
I am yours my love, completely yours…
I attend with thee in complete
submission,
even as I wait, I attend with thee…
and journey forward exquisitely,
already held by thee…
to myself
~~~~~
Above the ancient woods
a silent cause has winged the falcon’s
flight…
and tipped the greening bud to leaf…
While lights and greys of bark define
a ‘poetry of signs’…
to share the secrets of the forest’s
heart…
And there, as day begins…
within a quiet grove,
a maiden sits in trusting peace,
while all around
spring flowers grow…
and all about, a gentlest breeze…
Within a loyalty of ‘time’…
we poets share “ a smallest reason to
believe in smallest time…
this care of life as fragile life of
‘all ‘
is the first small call of grace to
life…
And we must answer…
~~~~~
Alone, our time is held
until a flighted chance unlocks the
sensory awareness of our heart,
and soft…
true love combines with soul
to ‘share’ a time of soul, no more
apart, but together…
‘ the smallest moments of the river
as she flows for free…’
And sympathy prepares a way of ‘
company ‘ unlike no other.
Where time is beautiful
And each one small one is side by side,
And fear defused, entrusts “
fragility “…
And tenderness is this, our fragile
earth.
“ do you bow before her, see how she
reaches…
see how beautiful she really, truly
is…”
~~~~~
this long long time of she… soft
shelter…
for a snowdrop’s song…
for a spring of bluebells,
soft beneath the trees…
for the summer grape to redden lush
upon the vine,
and dancing golden wheat,
and bread and wine to please…
‘ and the shyest face to share… ‘
shy one, small one,
for the call of company to come…
this long, long time
to share the grain of love
within the temple of life giving earth
and sun..
We’ll wander the blossom fields of
cherry and of pear,
and all fruits,
and all budding trees a dancing there…
We’ll stand beneath a flowering way…
and an open blue sea sky…
And for our ocean spray?
White blossom petals all around will
fall, and fly…
~~~~~
I shall gift you,
‘ the winged bow of endurance, ‘
tempered and attended within the
company.
The soft sling throw of un ending love.
I shall sing you
a tenderness for all living names
I shall dance you a dancing ‘soul’
of life giving breath,
to share the breath of all living
things,
to share this ‘ soul ‘ with one and
other,
so that each one small one
among the many
shall be a lover of our ‘ beloved ‘
I shall believe in you
and being living with you
I shall be a lover of our life
And I shall live…
~~~~~
come small intimate ‘ one ‘,
intimate is a reason born of love,
shy singer of the smallest love song
fill all below and inbetween and all
above,
with smallness…
“beautiful one” inspire me with
your love
and share the beauty of your soul,
no more apart,
into a sweetness we shall go,
no more apart,
as ‘one’
into a smallness, hidden, in the flows
of life…
~~~~~
the smallest dynamic curls the
stillness…
shyness trembles, hidden in the melting
snow white folds of delicate signs,
and light shares ‘becoming’… as
tenderness, not bold,
and in this constant,
we behold our life as love
… this beauty of impermanence of each
small time…
~~~~~
becoming… fluid as light
…the soft moving verb,
of day and night…
to form our language
and define ‘our nature’…
~~~~~
As soft rain falls, within a circle of
trees…..
the shyest breath shares…
And the waiting maiden calls to her
lover…
~~~~~
come to me only, but don’t come
alone…
Your loyalty defines me,
the tone of your music sings,
sweet valleys, great mountains, oceans
of love
and “home”,
of all living things…
And even you, dear one…
In olden days you carried a stone in
your hand,
hidden, and ready to throw me away,
at any moment…
But now, your hands are empty…
only hands to lift the land…
only hands to love me,
but don’t come alone, to love me
only…
~~~~~
she is barefoot, and come with small
steps
into the gathering…
But have you really been this way
before
And did I banish you,
relating to you as a single one,
and placing you alone, unseen,
and no word for you. And now do I dream
that word,
which you have only ever known.
And now do you dream of me… … and
come into my word.
And did I ever really banish you…
Oh small shy one, small one among the
many…
know now my love,
a thousand eyes of love are upon you.
~~~~~
there is a gathering in the forest,
will you come…
but don’t attend as a pilgrim, single
and alone,
with only one purpose… to steal her
from home,
‘to win the lady’…
and with a quiet pilgrim’s way
don’t say:
‘here will I stay until you answer
me…’
no call… no answer…
there is a trust in the forest,
will you come…
~~~~~
My friend approaches with small moments
and feeling pristine cause…
this small, exquisite, infinite
co-ordination
of the many and the one,
as sweet quiet light and tender rainbow
dance,
of softness…
and immeasurable communication,
his silent gesture as position, yet
moving purpose of pure feeling born,
in shared time already with my soul…
~~~~~
A small dynamic shares love’s
inspiration
A smallest breath to dance about the
maiden,
and the sweetest call, already met…
to meet you in the gardens of my soul.
~~~~~
and as I enter the forest,
I enter his love song…
and I am come, wandering…
trusting now,
the shyest breath of these trees
and listening, for
‘my beloved’s sigh…’
…and love flowing low,
covering earth, like pollen from
asters…
unseen, amidst rainbows,
and merging with the mysterious tears
of sweet, silent stars
resting there in the heaven’s above…
~~~~~
a tree gave forth his spirit…
and ‘for to share…’
embraced with love
deep love… the lady there…
and blessings lifted from the earth to
meet their heart…
one ‘heart’ of care…
for all beloved life.
the stillness of the oak and reaching
flower
of green, to lift in smallness into
mists of sky…
the grace of trees…
to share a lover’s dream… of soul
and grace…
a sustenance of daily bread and wine of
life.
“when will I see her face?”
from the stillness of the oak
I hear a song, come long in time…
come small in time, in my hearts
yearning…
‘to a forest I will walk’…
in contemplation ‘called’…
to a circle of trees, of there,
so many gathering… of this refrain:
‘come gather here and sing and share
in mystery…’ and now, be named
again…
for love’s sake only…
only to only
…shall we share our love to our
beloved…
and with this ‘care’…
“when will I see your face?”
and come to meet thee,
by gentle waters and with sweet
nature’s grace…
~~~~~
yet language describes
our meeting place…
and we, of time and moment and of
language ‘held,’
in love’s own measured throw…
rest in the soft throw of love… into
a future…
‘we’ are language. We are this…
~~~~~
I sat waiting
in a fold of time, until…
awareness ‘lined’ my thought with
form
of genuine attachment
as a sign of ‘body’…
and of verses…to move and play…
‘come the cone,’ the seed be born:
development and true identity…
~~~~~
Now came a flute player,
single and plain,
with noble steadiness, and come to
claim
in this sweet gathering…
his rightful place, to share the ‘name’
of his beloved.
Soft throw of her love
to share the waiting land…
Lifting the spring into a universe of
stars
How long ago
did the flower leave her hand?
While still the ladies danced
within a veil of gentle evening time…
‘a perfect symmetry of line to share
the garden…’
and earth,
the lover of our ‘love’, danced to
the stars.
The soft throw of her love…
and still,
your music lingers…
about the tips of branches
and the small feet of garden birds…
as you whisper,
“come closer…”
~~~~~
Come, rest here, all my friends, amidst
the soft sway of dancing trees,
and feel their shyest breath,
standing humble within the small and
tender beauty of this wind, a lover’s mind,
as purpose wings pure feeling and flows
free,
to form the light, to form this
language of our living earth,
and finds us… and brings us now to
meet our lady…
… and sings breath, sweetness of a
friend,
“she has not left your side…”
Her reason delivers thee,
and robes thee beautiful in her
smallest reason,
she has not left your side,
and dresses thee in rainbows, woven of
breath,
to lift a world with sweet temperance,
‘she has not left your side…’
and whispers, “sympathy my dearest
friend…”
~~~~~
… abiding here, in a garden library,
wherein…
cascading rose walks shelter the still
silence of integrity…
until, integrity shall speak, without
shelter,
into the wide openness of our waiting
world…
~~~~~
Small, shy one, look now, the friend is
come…
Your friend is come,
beneath the trees.
He is invisible, filling all the small
places,
and dancing,
he is invisible, filling all the small
places,
inbetween the dancing leaves.
~~~~~
Wait now,
a gentle breath is waiting by the
eastern gate
See there, a light
amidst the yellows of the ripening
fruits
the pink and rosing hues
merge
with the blues and green,
to form a cloak of colours… and a
rainbow screen,
of shelter…
And come, soft dusk… and the hushed
glow of embers…
of ‘sacred memories’ inspiring…as
fires burn…
to light the night,
‘as time remembers time’
past fires of the soul merge,
with the lonely calls of still, pierced
owls…
and wisdom winters, hidden in the ice,
until
the evening shares its shyest breath
and wings
and lifts the melting, tender night to
endless stars of beauty and delight,
of mercy flight, before the thin, new
moon,
‘their time,’ and ours, to pass…
through new, and open doors, awaiting…
~~~~~
sweet night has fallen
veiling dusk light washes of the trees,
A moon,
a single star… abides above,
until brought low,
reflections in the streams and rivers
flowing free… within the forest.
An ocean now, of small and perfect
stars
within a stream…
of smallest moments… resting… in a
‘dream’ of ‘time’…
~~~~~
no distance…
to this smallest place…
pure feeling lets fall… the grace
dancing veils,
all fall away
to share exquisite light, of
‘pure feeling’ to prevail,
of quietest being…
being only this, surrendering our gift
to thee… beloved
in this communion
this smallest union
what belongs to thee, returns to thee…
… and still, the sun shines
and still we step beneath the dappled
green…
while squirrels peep from leafed
screens,
and doe’s look up from dew grassed
mead,
with wide deep eyes… and trust our
passing…
as small birds gather on the bough and
sing
and fly and wing so close,
as close as stars,
with all their joy of life
to be alive
within a universe of stars…
~~~~~
beloved, you hold my hand…
I will follow where you lead me…
I return your gift, this smallest
moment, this smallest gift for free
this quiet personal love
unknown to others
known only to you…
belonging only to you…
being of longing only for you…
How sweetly she has waited…
our delicate, vulnerable, wonderful
earth…
our beautiful dancing maiden…
the waiting love song nature of all the
names come small…
how dear she is, how fragile…
My love, you hold my hand,
and I follow where you lead me…
a soft rain is falling,
mysterious tears,
falling with joy upon the forest of our
earth.
~~~~~
My love, sweet resonance has laid a
path
wherein we’ll wander, you and I,
and listen for her shyest secrets,
shared soft to lovers…
and guided by the unborn star
of her most beautiful and most
exquisite love…
we’ll trust a living world,
and this emotion,
gathering a world, shall offer all…
and each small one, attending with us
here,
shall share in offering, and bare their
soul
within sweet offering,
‘this smallest reason to believe in
life’.
… lets walk together now
beneath the arch of time…
and in ‘togetherness’ we’ll meet
the ancient sign of ‘sacred symmetry’…
and follow…
my love,
we learn the line
we share our truths and shine…
while underneath… a smaller line
is sharing
smaller truths
so delicate, so fine…
of smallest mystery of love…
~~~~~
soft, resting here above the reaching
fields of light,
as ‘time of heart’ pervades
our own soul plays her seeds with grace
into the waiting land…
this ‘softest throw’ of life,
as words are born
and grow, and human beings
find that they ‘know’… a
universe… by soft surprise…
~~~~~
“Did she beckon you?
did you follow…”
into the deepest glade,
there, beneath the ancient oak and yew
there, did she take your name?
and give you name anew…
“my love, share consciousness with
me…”
the soft, free, fall away of thee and
me,
to wander with our world...
Within a circle of trees…
a breath of words,
of light and ‘image’, “what do
you see?”
‘the holy arch of time…’
as dancing ladies, singing, throw their
flowers
into the sky of stars…
slow motion time, and flight of night…
of flowers… and of stars…
and here below,
the ladies grace and dance the land,
and lift, each one,
a hand… so beautiful… in perfect
time…
to catch their flower… returning…
this meeting time of stars and lovers…
“Come walk with me, take my hand,
into the secret bowers of the night,”
whisper your love song…
As the stars dance in the night sky,
How small we are, to know the stars…
Images and words, creating time…
purpose and vision filling the souls of
men and women.
And the soul of our earth is quiet
quiet as the shyest breath of the
trees…
Within a circle of trees we live our
earth,
naming stars, naming sky…
returning home, we cry mysterious tears
for her beauty
for the beauty of our life…
And when dawn comes… as quiet as her
soul
the first bird sings,
“its smallest love song…” into
the waiting love song nature of our world…
~~~~~
come lady, walk with me…amidst this
beautiful smallness, that she has laid down.
… all about, and all around,
her cloak, immeasurably reaching…
You know her care…
and all about the great oak, and more…
all these kind, wise trees of our
woodlands,
this reaching out immeasurably…
you know her care for our forest
… her cloak of smallness,
so delicate and so obscure, not for the
eye,
but for the inner eye…
to share… to see…
and hidden beneath the cloak, her
shyest secret…
“I saw you come, one day,
there, into the chestnut grove,”
and pray… hands held together as one…
‘knowing of her… knowing her
beloved unknowing’…
…and her grace sheltering you,
and wearing her cloak around you, to
protect you from the winds,
and calling you to her… with such
care…
to know a woman, just begun… in ways
of mystery…
‘How have you fared since then?’
Held close to her,
yet moving through ‘time’ of days
and nights
and meetings, and all the time,
a time of endless stars,
come small in her smallness,
and waiting…
for your beloved to come…
trust to me now lady, for I am worthy
of your trust…
and you are worthy of my ‘secret’.
Sealed here, the smallest seal of my
heart,
this smallest matter of a love so rare,
and so unspoken…
to share with thee, and only thee…
…too small for words,
but of pure feeling, and into light,
to form this new and ‘living’, “of
our delight”
… come from our love and our
togetherness.
~~~
Lady, your star fills the night, and
guides me to new morning.
Lady, love shares your way, through a
way of stars that sings infinity…
and yet, a small, so personal, of me
and thee,
to meet,
here, in this garden of earth, as
spring petals fall…
here in this sweetness, curled about
the blossom seed,
of melting light,
caressed and kissed,
by this small sea of falling petals
white…
~~~~~
within this wing of gossamer lace,
my lady steps,
in time with smallest time, she greets
me…
Soft snow falling…
“oh gentle lady of the snowlands,
when will you sing again, your song to
me…”
but sharing now, this sweetest song of
we, our company…
Soft gaia snow, spring petals white…
a gift of light upon a precious day
the temperate cause of love and love’s
own play
…to form…
a gift of light, so light of no
returning…
the smallest physics sharing…
I shall dance small lights with thee,
beloved…
and all life rests, only to only…
of precious beauty sharing,
as this… our tenderest soul of earth…
How sweetly she sings,
the valley is full, with the smallness
of her love song.
~~~~~
my love
my door was open
and you walked through, with your
smiling eyes…
into the forest we share together.
love,
my door is open,
and you walk through…
there is a stillness
and all the songbirds have come to
rest…
… so content am I with you…
~~~~~
my love has brought me here…
and to light the way…
within her chamber, small lights shine
amidst her beloved darkness…
~~~~~
beloved darkness whispers a secret,
sharing responsibility…
beloved darkness,
and beloved light… filling the nature
with goodness…
~~~~~
my love,
you offer me a gift,
a poem of light,
so light,
so beautifully light,
of no returning…
~~~~~
in a woodland glade
there is a party…
many small children
laughing with joy…
and a little girl, full of grace,
dancing in their midst,
as they sing,
within a circle of trees…
“happy birthday,
happy birthday to you…”
