mantra

Beauty

Beauty

The very word born of the trees

My stained-glass heart ruptures for thee:

A pang of joy to cure dis-ease

A Winter’s Poem

It seems these trees, chilled to the bone,

Leave us to fare winter alone

But deep within, where work is done,

Each branch is vital as the sun

For one is the whole, and whole of the hive,

When we retreat, we are most alive

Fire

Inside of us, there lies a flame—

A fire they will try to tame

Burn your fear—all reservoirs

And, in time, you’ll light the stars

Essentia

The last remaining ember,

The twin stars colliding

Present at my birth,

Beside as I lay dying

The ruins of Rose City,

The treasure of Bell Island

The air beyond my fingertips,

The morning mists of Titan

The sun behind clouds:

But now, you’re breaking through

You are the bedrock of all promise:

The chilled light of the moon

I See Myself (4)

I see myself in every face

Each widened eye, each line of grace

Each unsure lip, each cheek of colour

As we are one, are we not the other?

Autonomy

Autonomy,

The very word bears energy,

Yet squandered on another’s dreams:

We must reclaim our destinies

Equanimity

Equanimity

The very word, born of ‘to be’

Stymies egocentricity

And offers possibility

I See Myself (3)

I see myself in every fear

Each private moment of despair

Each suffocating tragedy

Each new hope born of alchemy

Covenant

The moon told me I could be kind

To my body, soul and mind

Far worse than breaking guarantees,

Was breaking covenant with me

Dance Card

They say the best way out is through

And so I’ll take this dance with you

I’ll follow pace, I’ll move in time

You set rhythm, I’ll match with rhyme

One step forward, one step back

I’ll learn to balance where there’s slack

When you long to dip me low,

I’ll arch my back in even flow

And Life, when we’ve moved through my fears,

My dance card will be free and clear