In the rainbow, in your eyes, in our tears, I see rainbows, hear music everywhere.

In the rainbow, between the past and future,

before every attachment to each joy and sorrow,

I see rainbows and hear music everywhere.

In the rainbow, in the night, within grace I find insight,

a vision graceful sweet and fair, of breath moving in the air, with us in tune, as we see rainbows and hear music everywhere.

In the rainbow, I find my senses, lose my mind and take my chances,

align myself with things sublime, it all goes on, the change makes time.

The shifting tones, the shifting hues, the time is gone, it is old news,

there’s ohms and homes and freedom too, and in all times, it’s all brand new, every rainbow, in every direction, and every tone in every dimension.

I see rainbows and hear music everywhere.

The love’s not lost, in things forgot, it carries on for whom knows not.

That love it flows in ways sublime, it warps, distorts, contorts our minds, and through it all we decide what’s truth and choose our walls without a proof.

We see rainbows and hear music everywhere.

Still, in the space, and moving too, there is God’s grace, we thought we knew: Infinite love, not broken, Infinite light not spoken.

I can’t reach out, without a sound, without a sight, no figure ground, in truth this way, it’s not a ruse, my simple mind, it’s been confused, but this is for a reason: I can’t imagine nothing, in silence, without rainbows or music,no vacuum holds unaware. It would still be there.

I could think grand, be small, be grand, love all, with chances and choices

in rainbows and voices, in silence and beauty, I never knew, and love every moment in the zoo.

Every kind of love I’m looking for, all of that, and yet, still even more, I find.

Just give me a kiss, it’s you I miss, in rainbows and music everywhere.

(Dancing with myself and God and Rainbows and dogs and butterflys, Willowwater poetry Copyright 14 Sep 14)

I’m a saint, I’m a sinner. I’m a loser and a winner. I’m an author and an actor. I’m a master and disaster, I’m a player and a card. I don’t want to work too hard. I’m myself and I’m others, I’m my father and my mother. I’m my sisters and my brothers. I am all of this and more, I am different than before.

You can seek me and then find me, you can join or nevermind me. It’s all OK with me, since I’ve learned how to be free.

I’m the pain. I’m the pleasure. I’m a person beyond measure, I’m the empty and the treasure and there’s much more beyond me, in a great big open sea.

So I ask you, let’s go boating, maybe infinitely floating. Let’s go dancing and romancing, seeking more than self-enhancing. We can channel or contract. We can reflect or refract. We can choose what we will be, stuck inside or flying free.   Playing still or winging wild, like some cosmic kind of child.   We can choose how it will be, max responsibility.

I’m a lense and a mirror. I’m rock and a Scissor. I can build or destroy, be like a girl or a boy. You can never tell with certainty, unless you stop connect with me.   If you do it you’ll see through it, see yourself, and another, find you really found another.   Find the rocks and the tools, find the threads and the spools. We can dance while were sewing, and be free and outgoing. Its all up to you and me, if we learn how to be free.

Still I love you and I want you, and I never want to stunt you, so you can surely count on me if we learn to boundary.   That’s the way, we can play, dancing on most every day.   If we wall, judge it all, then we’ll learn about the fall. Learn of yearning, learn of burning, learn that smoke gets in the way, baggage block the words to say.   Then all that’s left is the choosing for the winning or the losing, for the saints and the sinners, for elders and beginners.

If I fail, find a nail, since I see the open sky, and I know that I can fly. Let it go, then you’ll know, I’m not lying, I’m just flying. I won’t force you, cause I love you, I won’t even hand in glove you.

Come fly away with me, and we’ll sail the open sea.   Don’t need nothing, just each other, with our sisters and our brothers, no defining hierarchy, just love, hope, and harmony.

So the Joke goes on and on, and we’ll sing some silly songs: all bozos on the bus, all flying free with gifts of trust: in the right place, in the right race, as we seek the warmth of God, and accept the cold of sod. It’s a moment, just a moment, then we can do it, and re-do it, and re-do it, and and we’ll do it all again.

Copyright 1 Oct 15 Willowwater Poetry

Healing things, inside angels wings: medicine music.

Church bells ring, calling souls to sing, medicine music.

It moves beyond the sound, wingbeats that move us round, medicine music.

Starts with the breaking chains, frees up our aching brains, medicine music.

Manifold Moments in Time and Space. I ache for you, your love, your grace, your medicine music

You fill me up without a sound. You lift me up when I am down.

My soul was lost, with you, I’m found. Through love the spheres go round and round.

Manifold moments in Time and Space. I pray for you, your warm embrace. You’re medicine music.

You seek my eyes, I find your face. The lifetime moments I can’t erase.

The gifts of love, I can’t replace. We make them all with ease and grace.

Manifold moments in Time and Space. Each lifetime moment I can’t erase.

Each heartbeat moment I can’t retrace. Your holy presence, living in me. You’re medicine music.

Your breath is life. You set me free. You’re medicine music.

Copyright August 2015 Willowaterpoetry