One Word

River, I give you this word:
Manifest.

Wash it away,
take it from me.
The strings, like a
marionette's between my pride
and this word
are ready to be cut.

Seeing You

I see you.
All the parts.
Even the ones you
don't think you show.
I feel
I hear
your soul
talking to me
revealing
the essence of
who you are.

Too Much Enough

He says, on the buffet line,
especially those really big
ones, like in
Las Vegas,
"My eyes are bigger than
my stomach!"
as he carries
a plate piled
high with food.

Ode to a River

She changes everything
she touches and,
everything she touches,
changes.
She chooses her path,
oh mighty River,
always moving in
constant flow,
persistant 'blood'
of the earth.

Oh, Water.
She shapes her chosen
path.
Molds it to her desires
while also moving with
the desire of Earth.
Perfect harmony of
Earth and Water,
balance of force and
allowance.

I am reminded that
every moment
I choose my path.
Whether I allow
circumstance
to
force my will
or
create what I desire
myself,
there is a choice.
And,
everything is changed
in the choosing.

There is a constant,
Oh, the beautiful River
tells me.
Of course, so cliched
you'd think the constant is
change.
But really,
this sacred River reveals
her secret to me:
"The constant is
the choosing."

I hear your whisper
and your roar
in my sleep
and waking dreams.
Your trickles and
rush of watersong
whisper stories that
bubble up from
deep in the Earth.
You rise,
you fall,
ebb and flow.
You choose your path
and then harmoniously
shape the world
accordingly.

Oh raging, gentle, sacred River...
you touch me and
I have changed.

Emerald Lake

Listening carefully through
the
whispers of winds and
chatter of travelers.
Through the calls of
birds seeking a mate
and
footsteps on the rocks,
I hear what's underneath.