AYA

The dolphin queen surfaces on New Moon nights.
Reading the planetary codex flickering beyond the stars.
Deep dreaming, she sings her wisdom to the in-rushing souls.

In your eyes little one, I see that ancient sea.
In your tiny hands, the gift of guidance,
Patiently waiting to take form once again.

The Young Man Returns

The young man returns from the forest.
Clothes stained, and covered with sharp thorns.

Facing the King, he falls to the ground.
"Forgive me," for I have returned empty-handed.

"Rise up and enter the sacred garden," smiles the Wise One.
On those muddy boots and torn vestments lie seeds of sweet fruit.
Waiting only for your tears to release their gifts,
Held tight for so many years!

Away from the Kiln

The master craftsman is away from the kiln today.

His tools, resting and ready for tomorrow’s clay.

He is busy fashioning something of greater value.

In his hands rest the future.

Heard in a child’s laugh, and held in a father’s loving presence.

The Gardener

The gardener stands at the city gate.
A box of ripe fruit at his feet.

Every pilgrim receives his sweet gift
as they rush on towards the temple place.

But some, recognizing the taste, stop and quickly turn back.

Knowing that his wisdom is what they've traveled so long to savor.