All of the years I have participated in this sacred spirit and these seasonal blessings, and so it is for those who went before me;

There has been the love and hope that went and goes with the children looking forward to this holiday.

Regardless of religious overtones,

The spirit of the season belongs to us, the children of the earth.

On behalf of all us children-

For real there must be a rekindling and a fulfilling

Of the creator in everyone.

Manmade Clouds

Manmade clouds block forever’s

– Light –

Dragons live forever

Or so it is said

Me? I’m only part dragon,

But I have eternity in my head.

Some children know of us

Until they become older

Then dragons and dads are left in childhood’s domain.

Hoping that the boys and girls will come again,

To frolic in the here & now,

Until eternity ends.

But the way of man’s made earth,

Leaves little time after birth

For dads and dragons to enjoy

Creations gift.

Not too much design or structure where imaginations limit goes

From soul’s center, eternity looms

There dragons and dads, with children play

Until the world steps in and precious time stops.

Here illusion starts and childhood ends.

The Essence of Being

Every once in a while

My spirit

Sets full sail

In a vessel called

Consciousness.

Often the Sea

Becomes blustery,unruly.

Ticking and tacking,

Trying to chart a course.

Only a captain

Can change course.

Many voyages, many waves,

                                             only one port – Here and Now