Its been a time of writting
thinking deeply into my soul

Its been a time of saying the very things that make one whole
Its been a time of rising a time of blossoming into the new


A time of renewal a time of welcometis the sping diddly dooo

Sitting still before the fire
in renewal with my old friend
sting after sting their looks remembered
their words now delivered
to my mind GOD now brings

Here I sit before the fire
laughter driven from my face
the mountians upon this ball
will recall the ring, the floe
away from the sting
Turn your mind to heavens movement
when we danced the angels sing

There is no comming and going
there is no leaving
There is only:
Is,Was, and yet to be
So weep no more for the movement of the heart
its strength comes from you quickening self






Blue birds red birds green trees
Come fly my love to one I please
Blue birds red birds green trees
Open my mind his love to receive

quickening

Deepening white steel
crusted shadows of white linen
crystalized rivelets glistening still
out over the waters of winter
This round hummungus bathtub
frozen in layers of snow
diverious coves and passages
miles and miles of sweet flowing moments
Frozen in brethless oneness with
White Skies