steadfast rocks
Within this fortnight my world has shifted
creating new openings
through which the sun is shining
steadfast rocks on which to stand
lifting me up to new beginnings
where vistas not yet seen
take my breath away
these brilliant sections of this unfolding tapestry
imbued with the sweet colors of joy
this ancient weaving
revealed by the increasing brightness
of this internal light
held in readiness for this moment of seeing
. . .
the best is always yet to come
ultimate joy
The moment was perfect
an instant knowing
and then
we rested in each other’s arms
there was forever in our coming together
that place of ultimate joy
when we looked into each other’s eyes
the bond was sealed for all time
plus one day
in case that one of us misunderstood
it is in the chemistry for us to be in love
and that will always be
throughout forever
throughout forever
plus one day
my sense of your being abides within my heart
. . .
the best is always yet to come
spiral of strength
i yearn for that masculine being
before whom i can lay
the thinkings of my heart
and the visions of my thinking
and together as a man and a woman
catch fleeting glimpses of understanding
of this living breathing tapestry of life
relationship
and
relationship can only be viewed from within
from within relationship
when magnets of polar 
opposites come together
the strength of the binding
is in proportion to the trueness
of the poles
the same is true of relationship
the bonding of opposites true to their nature
creating a spiral of strength leading upward
to visions that can only be seen from relationship
to heights that can never be reached
as we stand alone
. . .
the best is always yet to come
enwrapped in love
everything i embark upon seems to fall short of the goal
is that really possible
or are the goals i seem to fail to reach
still in the cocoon enwrapped in love
and waiting
i know i am an arrogant spirit
thinking that i can reach those higher places
in short spans of time
the seeds need just the right amount of time
and to hurry processes of unfolding
is a blasphemy
things seldom turn out the way i planned
for one small pebble on the road
can bring about that change in direction
that in all my planning
never crossed through my mind
and then one day
i see the goal attained
that i had long ago forgotten
for by another journeying way
the circle found itself
and in an instant left the way open
to ever spiraling heights
. . .
the best is yet to come
listen to the whisperings
My thinking draws me backward
to the things that stand as fact
written within the journals of time
I briefly hold and then let go
of these flashes
sign posts pointing me
in new and different ways
I seek the wisdom
held within the entries of this journal
using this knowledge to move onward
I listen for the whisperings
of new opportunities
drawing me forward
. . .
the best is always yet to come
intricate meshing of lives
I walk the gardened path of choices
balancing my inner and my outer worlds
its ribboned pathway loops and turns
and coming back upon itself
shows me a whole new world of possibility
seen through a whole new perspective
I walk this path alone
viewing the intricate meshing of lives as they touch mine
sharing the loops and turns with fellow travelers
as we journey together
and yet alone
There are so many of these travelers
and in the gardens where we stop to linger for a while
each leaves the fragrance of its blossom
in my soul
I sit patiently at this place of turning
as shared pathways weave into the ribboned tapestry of my Life
with this spiraled colouring of my world
. . .
the best is always yet to come
separate yet together
our days together have been many
with periods of time apart
. . .
we are separate people
yet in our separateness
the cord of love held us together
through its
thoughtful caring
tender feelings
and youthful passion
we are also togetherness people
yet in our togetherness
there is time to be alone
to keep in touch with our own beings
through
self-understanding
self growth
and self love
we are separate yet together
together yet alone
a beautiful balance
a beautiful happiness
a beautiful life
. . .
the best is yet to come
the path to lean my shoulder to
my task must now be
to find my place within the future
a vantage spot where i can see
in all directions
and when i catch my own eyes looking forward
from where i stand in this moment
then i will know the path to lean my shoulder to
and i will know the deeper truth of soul economy
where my life’s purpose becomes so clear
that sideways paths
no longer lure this restless soul
this purpose becoming the anchor
around which this deliberate spirit
may weave its intricate tapestries of life
with equanimity of soul
. . .
the best is always yet to come
pristine perspective
the phoenix rises
dancing within a rainbow of colour
lifting out of the soul’s debris
from unexperienced losses
finally brought to the light of the sun
i clear away the ashes
and polish the facets of my being
ready for this shining forth
of my internal light
this pristine perspective
bringing clarity to the path
of what is next
may the good times roll
. . .
the best is always yet to come
so very grateful
i am so very grateful for this mingling
of the joys and sorrows
of this enfoldment
i thrive within the passion
for all those things in my life
that move me forward
which of course is everything
and
the places to which i move
depending on
the thoughts i choose to entertain
the scenerios into which i pour my will
the strategic spot on which to place myself
along the continuums of life
. . .
the best is always yet to come