At half the speed

more time to see,
more time to think,
coffee goes stone cold by the last sip,
its life at half speed.

pauses get longer,
silences less daunting,
meals are more then just about the eating,
its life at half speed.

less of running after,
less of wanting to reach,
a journey where you see things go by,
its life at half speed.

like a potter molding clay,
like an painter filling a canvas,
its more about the how you do,
and not just the what,

living more, living deep
at half the speed

Togetherness

journeys.....
paths that we walk together,
sights that we see together,
feelings that we share together.

journeys......
finding new friends
reconnecting with old ones
building a new world, together

journeys.....
looking through the other's eyes
getting a new perspective
creating a joint view, together

journeys......
its all about 

the sharing
the caring
and the showing, together.....

Gossamer tales

not the tips of a feather,
nor the ends of an eyelash,
not the diaphanous silk,
nor the condensation on a glass.

not the translucent new leaf,
nor the wispy link of a spider's web,
not the petal of the purple lily,
nor the snowflake on the tip of a tongue,

the most delicate thing on earth,
is the existence of peace,
it takes no force of nature,
just a steely look,

or a misspoken word,

the merest hint of threat,
and its gone......

Word of God

in my favorite corner chair as i sat,
with sunlight streaming upon my back,
i patiently waited for a brilliant thought,
something that was like the word of god,
that which will not only impress,
but also away take your breath,
a thought so pure and so divine,
that tears of joy to your eyes it shall bring.

i waited and waited and waited some more,
yet no brilliant thought to my mind came,
and then just as i began to give up,
a small tiny thought crept in,
and in my head it gently whispered,
its not a brilliant or a stunning word that she awaits,
even the most simple and the mundane word will do,
as long as from the very heart it is said.

The sun and the songbird

a sun beam butts against the glass window,
looking for a way in,
the chirping of the songbird,
it too wants in,
a sweet sound and a warm touch,
both in a race to nudge me awake.

i feel alive and aware,

and quietly i am reminded,
of this Chinese proverb heard long ago,
just keep a green tree alive in your heart
the sun and the songbird will on their own come....

Whispered nothings

the wind wafts through,
bringing faraway lands into my room,
the chimes jingle in joyous welcome,
the leaves of the potted plants wave,
and the wind, puffed with pride,
brushes past my eager ears,
whispering messages it has carried,
a fond goodnight, a chirpy good-morning,
a wistful half-awake late night sigh,
i think i know whence these messages came,
i think i know who whispered them,
so i slowly close my fist,
and to the trapped wind within,
i too whisper my secret messages,
excitedly the wind rises off my open palm,
and to you it swiftly runs.