A Nomadic Soul.

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

You see one facade.

The one for the world to consume.

To laugh, and joke, and cajole.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

What is visible is not what lies deeply hidden.

Conformity in a world that demands uniformity.

To think, and to feel, and to be the same.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

What is visible remains consistent.

It is only what you want to see.

To be the same at work, the same at home, the same with friends.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

Longing for inner voyages that no one would ever guess.

Only my heart knows where it must go.

To meet its longing, to feel its beat, to be different.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

Desperately seeking to answer an ancient call.

Full of creativity and imagination.

To dream, to bless, to be called.

 

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

Reaching out into the distance my soul aches

to unite with whatever or whomsoever

its desire it evokes.

Deep inside lies a nomadic soul.

Distant and apart from who I am outwardly

feeling the separation from the absence

of light and luminosity missing.

 

 

While I live in this world

of social this and social that,

my heart is in exile.

Wildly misunderstood

in a world that seeks not to understand.

 

Deep down …

lies an old nomadic soul.

 

 

My mid-life desires

In mid-life, I long to inhabit my own dignity.

To wear it like a presence unknown.

 

The way I walk, the way I hold myself, the way that I sit, and speak or not.

 

In mid-life, I finally want to come into my own.

To wear my dignity with ease and composure.

 

The way that I look at you, hear you, and talk about you or not.

 

In mid-life, I desire to be respected and honored all for who I am.

To wear my self-esteem with confidence and brilliance.

 

The way that I look at myself with affection, understanding, and respect.

 

In mid-life, I no longer want to look out there for me, but deep within.

To honor my self, and to love who I am with concern and worthiness like a lover loves his love.

 

In mid-life, I want to bloom into the grace and graciousness that is all mine to claim.

To look deep into my heart and embrace the love and light that shines for all those who seek.

 

In mid-life, I want to wear my spirit held deep within, as my outer cloak, never to be robbed of again, only to be held like a precious gem.

 

In mid-life, I finally want to belong to myself letting my soul sing freely to you.

 

 

 

An echo deep within my heart

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

A longing for absence.

A search for that what has vanished.

 

A metamorphosis inside.

I come in from a distance

and find warmth

at you hearth.

 

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

An ancient longing

only satisfied

by recognition.

 

I open myself,

I lose myself.

 

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

Fractured until I fall at your feet

and there I find

the deepest part of myself.

 

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

I open myself,

I lose myself.

 

Belonging stirs an ache

in my soul

until I rest in the fracture

of loss.

 

I lie in ruins

in my inner house.

 

I hear an echo

deep within my heart.

 

I open myself,

I lose myself.

 

I am an artist and a pilgrim

I am an artist and a pilgrim.

 

I am an artist and a pilgrim.

I stand at the divide.

One moment creating,

one moment exploring.

 

Every second, every day

I am creating anew.

New thoughts,

new sights,

new experiences.

Tangible, real, alive.

Real life in the here and now

 

Every second, every day

I feel a tug

to explore

the hidden depths of

all that is unknown

from whence, I emerged

so long ago.

A world I come from but know not of.

 

I am an artist and a pilgrim.

I stand at the divide.

One moment creating,

one moment exploring.

 

My heart lies here,

my soul lies there.

I live on the boundary of a fault,

where two plates try to displace another.

 

I am an artist and a pilgrim.

 

 

 

california-ring-of-fire-earthquake

Most of my father’s family lived in California. When I was young, we went out to visit them.  I will never forget seeing the San Andreas Fault.  I was fascinated by the fact that you could actually see the fault line but not the invisible forces deep below.  These vast continental plates are shifting and moving against each other continuously.  My aunt and uncle lived in Santa Cruz when the 1989 earthquake struck in the mountains of Santa Cruz.  They lost much in damage.

 

I am the beloved.

I have been discovered.

In being discovered, I shine

like a luminous light.

 

I have been discovered.

In being discovered, my soul

sings with joy.

 

I have been discovered.

In being discovered,

I discover myself.

 

I have been discovered.

In being discovered,

the pall of gloom

rises and disappears.

My soul is young and free.

 

I have been discovered.

In being discovered,

I am loved.

 

In my love, all that exists still

hidden in my depths,

arises.

 

I have been discovered,

In being discovered, I have come home

to myself.

 

I am the beloved.

I have been discovered.

I am loved.

 

 

Ancient knowing

Ancient knowing.

Complete understanding.

In a land far away.

Magnificence awaits hidden deep below

By the din of the banal, by the din of the ordinary.

My soul blossoms in the eternity it finds

Surrounding me all around.

Near the ocean, the waves come in

And, I hear uttered close within,

“Alleluia”

In a moment of instant recognition.

Everything that was all knowing,

Appears.

Near the ruins of centuries past, the wind whispers

Softly in my ear, the symphony

Of a hymn sung long past.

Taking away the clothe of my suffering.

The banality of my existence.

Like the Phoenix rising from the ashes,

The divine that lies within stirs.

Ancient knowing.

Complete understanding.

In a land far away.

Sat Nam.

Sat Nam.

Inside of me.

 

Sat Nam.

Shining through the illusion of self.

 

Sat Nam.

The true identity.

 

Sat Nam.

The only existence that matters.

 

Sat Nam.

The divinity that lies within.

 

Truth is my identity.

The essence of all that is

like a mirror shining on the cosmos.

 

Divinity rests inside

to be discovered like

a seed as it grows.

 

Sat Nam.

Awaken my soul.