my sister Jill
in her i see
the reflection of my own soul
in her i see
a Beauty and Truth
that goes beyond
the personal me
in her i see
all that is holy
all that God meant us to be

the tao unfolds
as we release
let go...
by holding on
grasping
we strangle life
suspend fear and mistrust
in the moment
the path emerges
step by step
swimming upstream
we drown
trust the tao
fall in step
just...let go

who or what was that presence
the night the spirit child
was born
that mysteriously enveloped us
a sense of awe
beauty beyond belief
even bliss
but who, what
was that presence
that so gently surrounded
penetrated...
did we transcend
to a state of unconscious oneness
or did spirit descend
who or what was that presence

when the light of truth
breaks thru the gloom
when one who has been
rejected, dejected
rises to glorious heights
with honor and praise
all around her
'tis a glorious sight
indeed
immeasurable is the power of truth
unfathomable the gifts of joy
Beauty, Truth, and Honor exhalt her
Love surrounds her...

early to bed
early to rise
means
sooner or later
we will all drop dead
if not
the midnite oil we burn
how do we live
how do we learn

inner composure
as the arousing thunder
is paired with a gentle wind
their union
an enduring condition
duration as self contained
self-renewing gentle movement
beginning anew at every ending