Muse




The mind of creation constantly reveals its startling secrets,


seldom do we hear. Messages are everywhere, in everything,


illuminating many paths leading to a deeper understanding.


Duty-bound, these missives are at our service loving without condition.


Like love poems written on the breath of the early morning light,


they hunger to caress our fragile hearts. They long to free our shackled spirits


with nectar from the inexhaustible wellspring of their generosity.


Still your fear. Listen to the wind. Take a trusting dive into your perfect faith.


The rustling leaves along the creek will sound like an enchanted night of bliss filled passion


when we realize our universe loves every living thing with the most profound affection.


Ecstasy sweeter than the taste of a lover’s lips is our birthright


if we will simply stop and listen to the silky winds of promised hope.

11/13/2006