THE HONEY DEW CAFE CHRONICLES

Poems

  • Being

    At the threshold,

    Truth awaits,

    It will welcome you,

    Will you

    Welcome it?

    In fear we tread,

    In fear of who we are

    Of who

    We are not,

    Yet we do not see.

    We do not see,

    There is nothing to fear,

    In the truth,

    In the beauty of…

    …being.

  • Perfect Imperfection

    A swift slice,

    Cutting through

    From here

    To there,

    Opening the way

    To where we stand,

    Live

    And breathe,

    Right here,

    Right now,

    In the perfection

    Of knowing

    All is well,

    As we are,

    Where we are.

    The perfection

    Of imperfection.

  • Divine Essence

    A sweetness resides,

    An essence,

    At the core of it all.

    It is soft,

    Luminous,

    Full of gentle warmth.

    Yet strong,

    Wise,

    Knowing itself.

    It is of you,

    This essence,

    It is who you are.

  • One

    A cascade tumbling down,

    Watery sparks of light,

    Dancing in the air,

    Alive,

    Vibrant.

    Into a deep, deep pool

    It roars,

    Churning,

    Rippling,

    Then merging with the calm.

    The pool tranquil now,

    Expanding out,

    It laps the edges,

    Inviting you to its depths,

    To peaceful filled coolness.

    You enter,

    You float,

    Sky above,

    Earth below,

    All becomes one.

  • Harmony

    Talk now of the higher things,

    Love,

    Compassion,

    Wisdom,

    So that we may all

    Come together,

    Walking forward,

    Hand in hand,

    Whichever way

    We need to go.

    Harmony is the tune,

    Joyful difference the chorus,

    Let it be

    That we all

    In this world

    See each other,

    Smile, bow,

    And set ourselves,

    And each other,

    Free.

  • New dawn

    Three swallows,

    Then four,

    Eight,

    A multitude,

    As dawn breaks.

    A new world rises,

    Sung in

    By a host of angels,

    As we fly,

    Fly high with the swallows.

  • On The Horizon

    The world turns,

    And so do I,

    Toward the horizon,

    The future yet to be told.

    Promises made,

    To be true,

    Honest,

    To be kind.

    To hold in my heart,

    Love and compassion,

    For me,

    For all.

    The future beckons,

    I welcome it,

    With love

    And open arms.

  • My Self

    It descends like a weary fog,

    Sending doubt

    Scattering through thoughts,

    The body feeling slow,

    Heavy,

    Clumsy.


    From where it comes

    I do not know,

    How it turns clarity

    To dust,

    I do not know.

    What to trust?


    My self,

    That’s what.

    Turn to my self,

    Myself,

    Myself who loves me, I can trust myself.

  • Listen

    There,

    There in the shadows,

    Almost unseen,

    There it lies,

    Almost unseen,

    But felt.

    A soft unease speaks,

    About what

    You are not sure,

    Yet it speaks,

    It calls for your attention,

    It needs you to hear.

    So best be still,

    Lest it startles,

    Best be still,

    Yet quietly listen.

    As it speaks,

    Quietly listen.