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Podcast
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Emerald
Tell me beloved
What is a field of roses
When you are the very garden
From which it breathes ?
All can perceive
That our father
Whispered a secret in your ears;
Golden Words
only you can decipher
Oh where does such magic
Derive from, dearest one?
All would come
If you’d divulge
What you’ve hidden from the world
Tell me beloved
Of this emerald you possess
Tell me
Here I Am
In between each breath
There in that space… I am
See me in
That moment before ink touches paper
… I exist
Where sleep wins over
Tired eyelids
In the letting go…. I’m already there
Feel my words
When the flakes of snow
Are just about to caress the ground
… There I shall abound
I promise to never part
Even after goodbyes
PSA

Every Second
A kaleidoscope of memories
Sprints across my eyes
Realizing all that was
Each and every moment
Living and dying all at once
The essence of right now
Surfaces so clearly
As I remember
What seems to be yesterday
There is nothing to grasp
There is simply
The letting go
Being present
As every second dances away from me
Yet paints a beautiful memory
Let the sky become a canvas
Your breath a song
And create it with blissful ness
As I close my eyes
And I am grateful
To My Children When I am Gone
To My Children when I am gone
A cloud once spoke to me
As it cried down on the Earth
I had forgotten my fathers promise
By the tree of forever
A foolish child sadly remembers
The wisdom a father tried to impart
When the tops of redwoods
Bristle his breath on me
May you not follow my folly
You are him
I see it in your laughter and smile
Hidden behind such bravado
Don’t hide from me
Or the world
Let a million ancestors rejoice
In your accomplishments beloved
And remember my voice
In the autumn winds of tomorrow
The hue of my pupils
In the skies of winter
Where tears will well up around your eyes
And the wish of my presence
Is never more
Remember I love you
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The Long Journey: My Poetic Legacy
Home
Where would I possibly go
If in this very moment
Your blessing abounds
Whether in the tallest building
Or nestled in my sheets
Swimming in the ocean
Or seated on the shore
There is truly nothing
But your love
Beyond all the scents
And the abundance of colors
That surround me
I kneel before your beauty
And I am home

