It’s me talking
I think I can see you
In Spite of all the people

Children know you, they just know
Maybe because they’re fresh
They just got here

Caring , loving, helping, hugging
Before words teach “Good & Bad”
They feel you in these moments

Then people come and teach them the “right way”
Whatever is right
for where they live or who their parents are
And as time passes and life happens
Things stop to make sense.

What these people say rarely goes with life
They lost the You that they knew
- and so the journey begins

Years and time,
one shouldn’t have questions
Shame on those who ask.

Sense, what sense,
In every void they say
Shame for not having faith.

Hide away, don’t ask, don’t learn
Farther and farther as so much time ticks on by.
Angry, You must be angry
With one so bad
With questions
Who’s hidden away

People, so many people
All with a different story of how each story speaks
And what it says

Wanting to learn
Knowing one should
Which story to pick
Choose wrong and you’re damned

Knowing each day
There could be no tomorrow
When face to face what would one say

Moment and moments
Life keeps on flying
Little by little
You make yourself known

One year in stillness
Sitting and sighing
You’re sitting with me
The You that I know

Back before all those people
Told me the right way
Back when I was young
Back when I just knew

Dare I be brave and ignore all those people?
Dare I speak to you as my friend, from the heart?
No ceremony or grand quotations, formal robes
Just telling the truth
Hoping my company, gratitude & compliments count
As the worship they say I should do

There are moments of warm
Of sun and of living
Small victories of sprouts
Grand vistas as if painted
All manner of life in between
The rivers keep flowing
The aspens are budding
The wind sings its song
and life is perfumed
Natures balance maintains,
Sometimes ebbing and flowing
Too much of one thing
Gets corrected by another
Seemingly by forces unknown

Coincidences say the people,
Just happens, we’ve been lucky
But now let’s control
Funny to watch them building and planning
Think they are the masters, and what’s needed they do know

Colors of people
Cultures and climates
What an adventure
What more could you want!

Foods and music
Lives and loves
Traditions and religion
All built on eons of lore

Those people are wrong say the people
All the people
To those on the other side of the door.

You try to change me
As I try to change you
My way not yours
Don’t Open That Door

Far way from the people
A full moon rises
Stillness settles in between breezes
Smell of rain, a thousand crickets
Birds find seed, and the fox finds a shadow
The mountain caps drip slowly
Forming that river
Feeding the fields of wildflowers
Aspen trunks, thick, beautiful, white
Pine trees frosted blue tips
Sheltering home – a deep burrow
Sage grass swaying
Peppery rustling,
Rabbit runs furiously
From the owl looking down from above
Creaking and cracking
In the trees bear wakes for the summer
Hush swish rush,
something else runs through the trees

How they rant
Oh they insist
Shouting, making so much noise
Can’t they stop?
Can’t they see you through all the machines and toys?

Dear God
It’s me talking
And I think I can see You
In spite of all the people