this choreographed unfolding

i am in observation of

                    the power of my thinking

          the slightest change of thought

                                       altering my entire life  


what are my deepest desires

                  moving me foreword

                                    through this life


my dreams directing the steps

                           in this choreographed unfolding

              experiencing the sidetracks

                      diverting my energies

                                        into newly designed dramas

. . .

always the best

according to maureen

conscious focus

loving lies within the very moment

DSCF1288      past and futures

              providing memories

                           and dreams

                     catching me reminiscing

                                   or in expectation

                           out of which desire is born

it takes conscious focus

       to stay within the love

              within that moment of now

. . .

always the best

according to maureen

within and beyond

DSCF5109The doors are always open

         on the arch of each if destiny so chooses

                  is beautifully inscribed

                                 allusions to what lies

                                                 within and beyond

                     words so carefully chosen to spark my desire

                                              to embark on such adventure

         a myriad of mysteries awaits


how is it that I am to choose

         drawn to the ones

                        with promises of earlier and similar

                                              in which the highest of risks is involved

                                                                    the heart lying open

so what of all the other doors

                             where safety is assured

           where I could live that middle ground of nothingness

                                                no stakes at all

i have stepped through those doors

                       and die that slow emotional death

                                                with nothing left to live into the day

then one day

                    new archways appear

         and how am i now to choose

                            beckoned by the most passionate of journeys

the door is opened widely

always the best

according to maureen

creating love songs

the heavy rains beating a steady rhythm

upon the roof

the high winds swaying harmonies

from the giant evergreens

the crackling fire providing melodic licks

for the dancing flames

thoughts of you

creating love songs

in my heart

. . .

the best

according to maureen