within
the dips of temperatures and temperament
I have found my peace.

Busy mind, please be still.
I need the space that thoughts don't fill.
Breathe deep and clear from down below.
Ride silent tides, the ebb and flow.
Bend and stretch with breath of fire.
Chant the words that take mind higher.
Connecting me with thee and those.
The stillness brings inspirational prose.
Patience, love, serenity.
These are the gifts you give to me.

Namaste

I used to throw away all my hopes and dreams,
Into the wishing well.
I was desperate for them to come true....
It always seems,
That no matter how much I would dwell,
dwell there for days with my bags of coins,
I left with not a single change,
I knew....
Another waste of my extra change....
It wasn't until an old man came to sit,
Told me something strange.
"You can't wish for your hopes and dreams to come true,
You have to make them happen..."
So I went out into the world and tried,
it was time to decide....
I put forth all my effort,
and my hopes and dreams began to come true.
I went to the old man and said,
"If it weren't for you,
I would still be wishing at the wishing well....

Call her summer till you lungs are blue
But she's my winter always
She is who always forced me to
Hold her closely each and every day

Call her lovely and you'll make her cry
She only believes it when I say
She's has been taught to learn that men lie
Just so they might get their way

Find in silence, she'll sing her heart out
Just to drown out the sad
Of her wonder, all have not one doubt
Her grace exceeds the bad

Hold her closely and she'll shy away
My arms are the ones she claims
Call her summer each and every day
But her winter remains the same

You have the only phone
I have ever known
That only works at 3am.

How convenient.