The world is big with possibilities.

The artist vision is unlimited

He can create

A new world

Where ideas flow and peace can prevail

Where all are included and in harmony.

His vision must become

A child

A woman.

His brush strokes must be broad

With infinite colors

He paints the darkness into light

The shapeless and formless

Into a breathing beauty.

Turns the chaos into order

Creates the new world.

We must not accept the walls that seem to be around us

they are of our own creation.

Every ending is a beginning.

The door is slammed in your face

You build a house

With no doors

You walk through the walls

You extract the treasure

You are of the light

Darkness

Is only

A membrane

That can be pierced through

Made of imaginary substance

It has no weight

Or depth

It is a cry

Within each of us

There is a veil.

T.S. Eliot

said my ending is my beginning

Showing the wasteland is only

the dark night of the soul.

We must let go of every perception

Of limitation

You are a rain dancer

Today I walked the hills of Malibu

On a new trail off of PCH

It is June the wild flowers are still in Bloom

The rabbits dance the dirt path

Winding upward

Mustard seed

Faces the side

Of the path that is closest

To the Ocean

One can breathe a real breath

The surf pounds behind

Us and below

Sail boats

Are barely visible

Through misty skies

All of life screams

Now

Now

Now is the time to laugh

Now is the time to rejoice

Now is the time to begin eternity

It starts this side of the mysterious

The wind settles

Upon my skin

Telling me

The heart knows

What the mind

Cannot grasp.

More joy everyday

Is needed

To be silly is serious business

Rolling in the tall grass

Being

Not thinking of saving the world

But immersed in symphonic ballet

Of a transitory

Procession

We are creating as we go

We are only a beginning

A continuous eternal .

We must so position ourselves

As to receive the never ending bliss.

Like raiders of the lost arc

when THE LIGHT COMES IN AT EXACTLY

the CATACLYSMIC exact SECOND

Light breaks through

What your limited self

Cannot do for itself

Is done through you by Grace.

The pain subsides

Fresh hope appears

You are on your way

Doubts dissolve and fade

You are within the equation

An essential

Vital ray within the Rainbow.

Your present inspiration

is only a foretaste

Of the Possible.