Stones

The spirit in great stones I've seen
have showed me much, they come in dreams.
I feel their words with stars above

they whisper softly with quiet scream.
As I listen I've often wondered
If they speak to me or speak to hundreds
but I suspect that question posed
would be met with mouths kept closed.
Water's flowed since ancient times
over stones, some left behind

beneath those stones a plan is drawn

it's up to us to wake at dawn.

All of time has come and gone

yet some stones still sing their song.

We are deaf to what could be

we live our lives as if we're free.

Kings and queens have sat their thrones

some have cut the mighty stones

but their great strength has all held true

the stones are under no ones rule.
So find the plan that works for you
live your life as if it's true
and when a wall stands in your path
move the stone
and laugh
and laugh.

The Simple Life

There was a man

who drew a straw

to win a life of flaws.

He had a plan he went by

the rest could just be damned

to make his life worth living

and to finally take command.

But he forgot that life was simple

while he worked so hard at living

he missed all the important signs

that could make a life worth giving.

Then it began 

he worked so hard

his life went on too long

he kept on trying for the prize

his tears became his song.

If he would see without the haze

understanding was the prize

with the simple life in tow

there were no more lies.

No need to hope

no need to pray

no need to clear the smoke  

the simple life would calm us all 

then take away our hope.

The trail would then lead to a life

where thought was understanding

then even blindness we could see

would offer a crash landing.

But being simple can turn on you

will show you the wrong way

then it will stop you moving on

and never let you play.

So when your life is easy

remember what is true

the real secret is that there are lies

in what is taught to you.

Being simple bears no fruit

and if you take the time

real life will keep on walking by

and leave you far behind.

Life is hard, it's tragic

sometimes it plods along

and if you find that simply being

is the melody of your song

then you've found a clue, you have

to make your life feel strong.

So this man who had a plan

played hard his whole life through

and when he drew the shortest straw

his prize was good for few.

Now few was fine, among divine

the man felt honored then

but when he turned the page to write

he found he'd never been.

Answers

Will God turn his head?
Will He free an ear?
Will my voice mean something
will anyone really hear?

Will it matter if I speak the words
To someone therapeutic?
If I don't say words clearly now
Will hearing be like music.

In certain places
I hear a song
In others
Songs are quiet.

If I talk to God or human being
And can't speak meaning clearly
Have I fallen in a forest
Where no one's there to hear me?

Or have they witnessed meaning
As if it doesn't matter?
If noise of crashing tree is heard
Or silence stays to flatter.

I don't believe the all hearing being
Would not grasp meaning freely
I feel it certain with my faith
My words accepted keenly.

For music heard and unheard
Still carries tune completely
What is not heard is often felt
And settles spirit neatly.


So if an ear is tuned to noise
With meaning grasped completely
Should I assume that left unanswered
My questions are met weakly?


And fears expressed, unanswered songs
Stay in the air for answer
While life goes on with me near gone
Confused of what needs doing.


I sing a song, tree felled belong
Keep asking what needs answers
And when they see it's asked by me
Instead I needed Dancers.


For movement offered
Especially near
Gets point across
More clearly.


I will not fear
What they don't hear
I'll show myself
Most bravely.


And speak and dance
And think them all
And look
For current answer.


In forest silent
No noise compliant
Trees simply sway
Their way.


And speak with hush
And dance with breeze
Their answers
Moving gently.


Then I will listen
To sway and swish
My answers sent
Most dearly.