Star Dust

 

Child from above, 
Of Star Dust you are made.
When you look to the future,
you are not afraid.

Magic in your fingers,
starlight in your eyes,
like the sun you call your home,
each new day you rise.

Every morning you begin,
the light warm on your face.
When day fades to night,
you look up into space.

 

You smile at the Moon,
the stars are your friends.
One day, you'll return
when your life on Earth ends.

Here, on this rock,
this green planet you love,
you shower your joy,
your dreams from above.

Your heart's overwhelmed,
you have so much to give,
an unstoppable force,
a life destined to live.

Death, I Thank You

Death, I thank you

for now my mind is freed.

You are the only thing 

in this life that's guaranteed.

You help me understand
that all of life's a treasure,
you give me a perspective,
from which my life to measure,

to ask myself in honesty
if the life I lead
is full of all the things
that I really need.

You help me come to terms,
especially when you're near,
to cherish my loved ones,
those that I hold dear.

Sometimes I may fear you,
and feel you are a thief
when all that I can think and feel
is overwhelming grief.

And yet, you are a comfort,
reminding me to feel,
you give my heart permission
to say that pain is real.

You stand with me and keep my heart
from turning cold as stone,
reminding me that in the darkness
I am not alone.

 And so, Death, I thank you,
my spirit you revive,
to live each day as though it counts,
to be fully alive.

Meet Me There

 

Meet me where
the dappled sunlight
filters through the trees.

Meet me where
the noise of life
drifts faintly like a breeze.

Meet me where

my heart's so full,
I'll dance and spin around.

Meet me where
I'll rest my head on
mossy, sacred ground.

Meet me where
tall trees build a
cathedral to the sky.

 

Meet me where 
their branches lift triumphant
raised up high.

Meet me where
the dew drops twinkle,
rain drops drip from leaves.

Meet me where
the voice of water
puts my mind at ease.

Meet me where
the sparkling stream
reflects the clear blue sky.

Meet me where
soft clouds paint
vivid stories floating by.

 Meet me where
the wind speaks to
the language of my soul.

Meet me where
I know I'm home,
here's where my heart is whole.

 

Ever Higher

 

Ever higher, through the sunlight

let the magic lead me on!

 

Let my arms become my wings,

let the path become my song! 

Let my feet on Earth be grounded

while my Spirit here takes flight

 

following the dreams within me

to my inner child's delight!

Sacred Space

 

Here is a space,

a sacred space

where you can simply be.

Here is a space,

a beautiful space

to hug and love a tree.

And in this space,

this wonderful space

our hearts are free to see

that this is how 

we're meant to live

and how we're meant to be.

Open Book

 

 

If I am an open book,
will you stop and take a look 

 

and read beyond the pages
of the stories that I tell?  

 

Will you take the lines I share

and hold them to your heart?

Will you promise not to
let them rip and fall apart?

 

 Will you glimpse the beauty,
and see the path I walk?

 

Will you hear my truth
underneath the shallow talk?

 

For words can be so empty,
but our souls can say so much.

 

And love is shown in action,

in kindness and in touch.

 

So I will try to hear your soul
and learn to listen more.
 

 And maybe we can find each other
through love's open door. 

 

 

 

 

Light at the Top

 

And then, when you've stumbled
over the ruts and stones on your path,
picked yourself up, carried on
through dark forests with ever winding roads
and climbed over a field of rough boulders,
your limbs aching, your mouth parched,
your lips chapped,
you see that there is light at the top. 
 

It beckons you further up and onward. 

You reach the summit and cry out for joy!

You refresh yourself
in the clear mountain stream and feel reborn!

 

And though there will be
many more mountains to climb, 
you are no longer afraid.
For this brief moment in time,
you are grateful
to just breathe in deep and enjoy the view.

Deep in the Earth

Deep in the Earth
I feel my heart beat
with a rhythm that flows
to my head from my feet.

 The secrets I hold
carried in the Earth's song
with every drum beat,
my heart sings along.

To be dirty and wild,
to dance and to spin,
to laugh free like a child,
nature's wild are my kin!

This is my home
where my soul can sing,
a place where my wildest
dreams take wing,

to be free to explore,
see the fresh dawn arise,
feel the moon's ancient pull,
see the Earth with new eyes.

Sheltered and warm,
 I know I am home,
safe here from harm
where my soul's free to roam.

 

The Ancient Song

 

What magic is this that draws me in,
what beauty do I behold?

What language that speaks to the depths of my soul,
what stories here enfold? 

 

Sweet music whispers through the woods,
this haven I hold dear.

 

 I know that I can be myself,
I'm fully present here. 

Gnarly branches, twisted trunk,
what secrets do you bear

 

of bending and reaching and facing the sun,
and raising up arms in the air?

 

New life springs from old bark bones,
roots deep, we grow up strong.

A life well spent, beginning anew,
this is the Ancient Song.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Invitation

 

 

Come to me, she says,
rest in the safety of my warm embrace. 

Sit under the cool shade of my trees and breathe in deep. 

 

Allow your anxious mind to
let go of the day's troubles,
watch them flow away down the gentle stream.
 

Sit by the water's edge
and allow yourself to relax
into the language that speaks to your soul. 

 

Jeweled leaves reflect
the warm rays of sun after the rain.
Light pierces through to the darkest places.

 

Behold the beauty all around you,
let it envelop you and soothe your weary heart.

This radiance is part of you.

 

Feel the gentle breeze on your skin,
and a soft voice within reminds you
that you were made for love.

 

 

Intuition

 

 Follow
Intuition
Listen
Nature
Speaks
Language
Forgotten
Sensual
Unspoken
Stop
Breathe
Awaken
Notice
Connect
Flow

The Other Side

Aotearoa,
'Land of the Long White Cloud',

sometimes, my view is hindered
in fog, veiled like a shroud.

 

On days like these, I might feel sad,
thoughts in my head so loud,

weighed down by a heavy blanket,
smothered by the cloud.

 

Clouds of despair,
an endless sea of grey,
a fog so thick above me,
I cannot find my way.

 

And then I'll say,
'Oh, clouds of grey,
why do you weigh me
down today?'

 

But if I take the time
to listen and not speak,
I might just find the answers,
the treasure that I seek.

 

For clouds can bring a storm,
turbulent and grey.

But they also offer shade

on a hot and sunny day.

 

They give me space to rest, 

they give me time to feel.
When they're grey, a blanket cover,
time to sleep and heal.

 

Yes, I feel the pain
and the sadness and the anger.
To all of the above,
I am not a stranger.

 

But on the other side

where grey blends into pink,

a brand new day awaits

and I can smile and think

that they might be a projection,

these clouds that I see,

my inner world reflection,
what's happening in me.

I know that it is true
that where my thoughts go
in the labyrinth of my mind,

I will follow. 

 

So I will make a choice
in the dark of the night
to seek out the stars
and follow the light.

When the sun is shining,
I'll not miss a golden ray.
I'll feel that I'm revived
and run out to face the day.

 

I'll see that there is beauty
in clouds as they grow,

their heavenly bodies,
their billowing flow.

 

I'll be relaxing,
smiling and playing
while the sun warms my skin 
and the trees are all swaying.

The wind will blow lightly and
dance through my hair
and I will spin freely
without a care.

In those moments, I'll believe,
I might even be sure
that there's beauty in the mundane,
that all is good and pure.

But I won't forget the darkness
if I'm honest and I'm true.

It needs to be held and loved,
yes, bad days happen, too.

 

I will understand
that there's more than I can see.
I'll learn to love the dark and light
for both are part of me.

Yes, on the other side

of the clouds that I face

lies a sunrise of gold
and a hope-filled place.

Gently

 

 

By the water's edge today
a little bird came out to play.

I watched him as he was watching me.
And I smiled as I began to see

that I want to walk gently upon the Earth,
to inhale deeply and feel her breath.

To go through life at my own pace.
It's not meant to be a race.

To watch a spider weave her web,
to feel the rhythm of flow and ebb.

To hear chuckling water flow down a stream,
speaking a language I know from a dream.

To taste the rich, clear water's flow,
and carry her with me wherever I go.

To feel the wind blow as he plays with my hair,
to breathe in deep, without a care. 

To see Dandelion seeds float up to the sky
and my heart soars along! I smile and I sigh.

To stroll through the woods, and notice the light,
to savour my food, and enjoy every bite.

To play the long game, I'll be here for a while,
to let go of grudges and practice a smile.

 As I walk gently upon the ground,
I stop and take a look around.

I breathe in deep and then I say,
"There's so much magic here today,
it simply takes my breath away!"

Ode to Autumn

Where gold-crested tree tops 

meet crisp Autumn blue sky,

the wind, in all her grandeur

awakens my soul, delights my eye

 as myriad leaves swirl
and dance to the ground.

The last summer's crickets 

display a sweet sound

telling of long, hot days gone,

cooler ones to come.

"The turn of seasons"

beats like a drum!

 

Though change now comes swiftly, 

there's nothing to fear.

But it's hard to let go 

of the things I hold dear.

Yet, I do so love Autumn,

her sweet smells and colours!

I can trust in the process of

long-wilted flowers

who once, filled with fragrance,

delighted my days

on long Summer evenings

with late Summer rays.

Though now dead and gone, 

their scents still survive.
Death is never final.
New life will revive

 

what once lie in slumber,
a soul tucked away,
waiting to feel safe
and embrace the warmth of day.

 

Though Spring is still a long way off,

and I miss her bright, new ways,
I'm glad for rest and coziness
on Autumn's colder days.

This ancient rhythm of death and life,
Autumn's magic spell,
puts my soul at quiet ease,
reminds me, all is well.