Inside heart, I find a set of pearls.
A strand of carefully formed beads.

Each one carries
unconditional love to others.
They contain riches
in knowing the divine self.

Every bead holds the truths of being
a precious one on earth.
They contain wisdom
and illuminate divinely.

Inside my heart are the answers,
as I wear my sacred necklace.
You can’t see it with human eyes,
nor touch it with hands.

It’s shining like sun at all times
to bring peace.
It’s connected with a golden thread
of love that attaches all to one.

Don’t cast your pears to those
who can’t see and don’t understand.
Just look within and grasp your pears
for harmony and bliss
on this, a sacred journey.

StarBG © 2017

When we'd figured out
What life here was all about
The asteroid hit

Its in the letting go
not the acquiring
freedom grows.

life here becomes one long day
seamless light

a journey around the Sun
tipped toward her flame

we travel the sky
within the white of our eyes

coloured marble centres
to fall in love with

a borrowed fire
deep in our minds

a souls consummation
of star life.

A bee here
another there
the bee catchers busily chase

enjoy every bit
hit and miss
miss and hit

the urge to live is the sugar
sweetens the grind
keeps death out of mind.

If you keep death in mind
high is the cost
in the momentary dying
life is lost.

Clarity is like hunger-
Once you lose control of it, it comes and goes as it pleases
Raging on and off as a brush fire, without your approval
You chase it, going from hit to hit,
Seeking the brightness in your eyes and the dizziness in your wrists
Like an addict
Time is bored and runs from your command
Consume me, clarity
Take me, hunger
Until eventually, there is only
Breathing and begging

*What is it to live?

She comes forth
like waves slipping over
the sand
again and again
delivered from darkness
coveting the light

And light is her signature.
A conundrum.
Light erasing light.
How can this be?

I will tell you.

Light is the companion
of the dark
trips joyfully in its shadows

And this dance
weaves a potent tale
of a two-faced goddess
one face peering intently into the dark
one lit by the morning sun

Yet darkness rules the day
hastens the twilight
gives measure to the
dimming
and finally
captures the last of the light
in a sea green bottle

We are drawn into that night
valiantly
or not
weeping for lost opportunities
or not
but at the end
waltzing into the unknown

Yet I do not suppose
darkness without light
according to my theology
a life that ends in simple extinction
cannot be
it is a null set

The fundamental equations
do not permit it
nor can my simple mind
fathom such depths

So in my dotage
I repair to wine and song
to ease the pain
of these uncertainties
and then to poetry
to catalog the human condition
and leave a trace
that yet might sparkle
in the instant of my demise