On praying for signs

How many of us pray for signs 

To tell us where to go 

Or help us make decisions 

When the truth about our choices 

Could be obvious, if only we lifted our eyes, 

Looked beyond our own tangled thoughts 

And followed our feet, a single step at a time?

An invitation to drink

Glimpsed throughugh the trees, an invitation:

 Come, sit with me and drink 

The rosy colors of the sky; 

A wine that lifts the heart and feeds the soul.

At moonrise

Listen to your heart:

 Go outside to watch the moonrise 

 And let life gift you 

With the colors of surprise.

Pools of wonder

Let my words be a small pool

Of wonder, 

Reflecting all the beauty 

Gathered by my eyes…

Precious diamonds

The most precious diamonds to strive for 

Are not those formed of carbon, 

 But born in stillness: 

 The patterns formed when all opposites 

 Are balanced; gently flowing back and forth 

In perfect harmony, like the breath of the gods.

Caught in the act

Caught in the act of nibbling 

Late fall flowers, she stands still,

 Hoping to fade unnoticed into the scenery;

 A child with her hand on the cookie jar;

 A politician, with one foot in the fountain.

Cloud dance

Clouds dance above the mountain; 

Teasing; echoing its shape before drifting on. 

Sun smiles at their antics, 

Igniting edges briefly before rising to her fullest 

To breathe light into the world.