Hearts

My heart flows gently
Over rocks, slowly shaping
Those immense, rigid
Marvels of power, strength,
Smoothing them into magnificent
Roundness, like they’d always
Been such, eternally shaped.
I hold the truth deep within;
My secret, my delight.

Truth

Truth, laying hidden
In plain site, floating
Upon the spring breeze,
Raging winter storm
Or Autumn’s fallen
Leaves. Grasping
Hold of each sense,
Each sensibility, until
Reality becomes
Distilled down to
Bassest elements,
Life’s rawest truth.

The Potential of Weeds

Perhaps the weeds
Are in their season
And with loving care
Will sprout flowers
Too beautiful to believe
As they’re rooted in
The soil of your
Soul

Oh, Overworked Love

Ah, this poor word,
  Describes my feeling
Towards my
   Car,
      Child,
         Cat,
           Friend,
             Lover,
           And so much
        More….
  Tis a bit confusing
      At times.
And yet this is the most
Glorious sensation,
  Our great driver, compelling
    Towards so much
       Greatness.
          And beyond.

Honesty’s Power

Honesty’s power
Comes upon the edge of risk
Mysteries laid bare

Guides for Love

There are the songs
Step by step guides
Pour amore. Formulaic
Algorithms, hearts,
Just simple functions.

Human hearts don’t
Work that way. 
Intense complexities.
Love’s quest often
Maddeningly murky.

Love entails risk
Confessing our 
Passion, perhaps
Unreturned. Painfully
Raw moments.