Monday, May 22, 2017


the morning star crowns

 the slice of a silver moon

the hope of each breath

is born in the same light

we see and feel 

letting whatever that need to be

recognized for our goodness is

and then laugh at the egos shadow 

still I am not that

 but more than can be seen

a reflection of a greater dream

that dissolves into you

and is the moon and the star

and the thought of who I am

Gods breath held in a heartbeat 

a smile on the Mothers face

a beautiful moment of awakening 

to live and love another day