Once Upon a We

Never mind the what-you-thoughts
Heralding your head’s blessed energies

Let dance to freedom on blackbird wing
Every “Why?” upon your lips

Will you listen with unmeasured courage
And stay, as cello notes, when doubt encircles you?

Wisdom Kingdom

To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend

To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear

So then, with wisdom, kingdom come

Doubt

Somebody tell that man there are only so many starlit nights we’re allowed, that the sands of time won’t stop collecting around my ankles, that I’m beginning to believe that Stardust is my maiden-voyage name, and that surely I will soon sink in this sea….

The Art of Making

The Scene: You are an actor and I, an epic script
With minds to set the screen afire
With hope upon our lips

The Method: Be emboldened and feel the risk with me
We’ll project timeless, endless strength
We’ll cast doubt to the sea

Lefty

Uncertainty, my enemy -it roams inside my ribs.

I wonder with deep-seated fear, just how will I do this?

Though morning maketh all things new, by eve’ I dance decrepit

It seems the voice inside my head desires me unaccepted

The Meeting

Sink into uncertainty

Sink into the day

Presuming your preparedness will greet you half-way

And ‘though you feel helpless, believe that you’re not

When doubt asks for its due

Tell it, “I have not “