June 10th, 2019

Through the swirling stars
That dance like Van Gogh’s dreams,
There is a certain strange mystery
That entices me to want to still believe.


there is this infinite gift of time and space
Which we can use to create and be,
The magicians who ask to receive
And absorb and the Spirit we breathe.
And this precious soul that is there
Through all of our many lives,


As we are drawn between dark and light
And this strange experience of life.
And Cosmic Mother brings this light forth
And carries the Spirit so Divine,
With this exquisite beauty
that is so hard to define
Which could be why everyday
I always try and try


And this life that is given to us
To choose how we experience what we want to be,
All just part of the Mystic dance
as we fly with the invisible partner
we can’t quite touch or reach.


Yet if we spin and swirl like a dervish
Through this universal dream,
And surrender to the divine mystery
One day her stars will sing.


And we might be blessed to finally hear
That elusive heavenly music of the spheres,
And we can leave the dream behind
And awaken to our true self
that is the dreamer of the dream.