Olivia 8 months

A river
and a valley,
 up    and    down,
up we go, down we go
in    and     out,
over   and    around

( developing spatial orientation and awareness of growth.)

for Cathy

in the valley of the departed
by the stream of the brilliant
in the heart of the sun’s shine,
 journeys the maid 
                       and her honor.
an owl cries out.
a dog barks.
 and the moon sways.

for Chase age 3 years

in the end,  
       and in the beginning,

 in the swaying
                of the limbs
                            in the trees

a sled goes by
          and a rain falls dowm

 and a boy laughs.

for Bree, mother of Olivia and Chase.

river of joy.

grass is so green
 as  I lay me down
to the Earth. I  bow
 to the moon and stars

I give my Respect.

Breath comes so easily,
                                 and rhythmically.


in the end all things are created

one day, a dozen days.

angels give birth , and fly.

the moon gives joy, and mysteries.

a soul sings in the prayer            
                              and the hands light up.

for Angel age 8 months

A day goes by,
                     a sun,
an egg hatches,
 an angel sings.
Can you hera the angel singing?
 Can you sing her song?

Al ashes  (this is a song to sing to her).

for Sahand.

in the Light  
 wave after wave,

and the Light
          is embracing,          

Know the essence  
                          of Self.
Know the essence
                      of all things,
Know the maker,

and Be, 
       the Life


for Kaaren, Crucifying angel

Future Angels Now.

Time does not exist. We are defined by our birth and the timeline that goes from birth to death. There is no way we can have death then go to birth. But we can have a rebirth, and a near death experience.
But a timeline does exist that goes from death to birth and that is the one our guardian angel is approaching us from. We expect to meet them after our death when we go to heaven but that heaven can be now.
That timeline is a parallel timeline but an opposite direction. It is a counter-timeline.

When we are at peace with ourselves, then we can enter into both timelines at once. The past to the future, and the future to the past.
In this way we can ‘remember’ our future, and so it will no longer be a Grand Mystery nor shall we fear it but embrace it in acceptance.

As we enter into the timeline of an angel the gifts it has for us, as we transition, we can receive. There are many gifts. Many more than at Christmas. And as we use them in our lives we can be fulfilled, and we come into our being.

The Universe has no clocks, only cycles. This is a perspective.

for Juelei

when the sun comes up over the hill
and gentle rain begins to fall,
one begins to see the transitions.
the grass is greener.
the sky is bluer.
the smile is bigger.
the heart is singing.
    and alive.

Brumby sanctuary spirit ( a prayer)

Great wisdom,
on winds.

flow of eternities
in the airs.

rose of great blessing
in the sun.

green of greengrass
on the earth.

horse heaven.



to the future.


for Louise- Heart

I shall become you
in the time
most foremost.
When the sands are running long
 and the shadows play.
Where dreams come true, and last.
And the Great Spirit walks regally
and proud.
You and I shall dance
the times
and efforts
and grave concerns
and find their true nature,
beyond ken, beyond kin.

and the waves will come down,
smashing and changing and shifting and cleansing,
waves of great Light following
waves of wonder with singing
waves of Significance.


for Felicity age 7

As I lay my head
upon the pillow,
a nice surprise
enfolds me,
as loving arms, warm heart
and fresh eyes.

I lay upon my pillow
and the ice melts,
 and the candle flickers
and the long hot day

 I dream of nights
with birds of coolness,
glowing embers from the fire,
and mistletoe.

a light shines from across a distant valley
glimpsing and changing
like a long lost message.

Oh could I find my way,
in this parade.

All around I look
but caring remains,

and I fold up my easel,
for  a new day is breaking
on the sands of my time.

for helen; Neverending

In prayers there are answers,
so many answers,
coming from within.

a being could be overwhelmed by those,
day-in day-out.

But the peace one finds in the River,
has no end,
or beginning.

it just goes on and on
and on,


Spirit of Gold

All colors come out of the Sun,
rising and falling in cadence.

in one long last look
it sighs,
home is so rich, so pure.

I am just a small atom coming
from a big source,

but I am Gold.