Come home...

Where is the mover... wind?
The sustenance… water, earth and sun?

Where is the celebration
for which the soul is free to dance?

They are silent to us
as we are silent and deaf to them.

In the rage of the undying flames,

the scorching heat of the sun,

the devastating winds and the waters that flood,

our own rage and destruction are reflected back to us.

When will we come home?

When will we find harmony with ourselves
and the earth from which we come?

Extremely grateful

 Extremely grateful,

how could I not be?

I look outside, at the sparkling sea

and all the beauty surrounding me,

then remember the moments I have to share

with those I love and show them I care

The happy times, the angry, the sad

All are not equal, but all are not bad.

I've had a full life

and it wouldn't be right

to simply forget 

or to hold it tight.

I'm grateful
and I've got to let go

of what I've been given 

to others bestow.

A full life it can only be

when I give back what's been given to me.

The Journey

 A stone, a rock, a stumbling block;

you trip, you fall, and sometimes stop.

You want to feel,

but not the pain.

You don't want sorrow;

just the gain.

 But in the darkness of your fear

a light can suddenly appear...

 

A little sign, a spark of hope

to guide you on and help you cope.

The sun is ever shining still

beyond the clouds above the hill.

 Each step you take

through pain you feel

reminds you
that the journey's real 

So... seize that rock and cry those tears.
Then climb that peak and face those fears

Remember that the hills you climb

once were mountains in your mind.

 It's all before you

now you see:

embrace your journey
and be free!