Summer

Here we go
With no direction
Routine  or arrangement
Thinking of the posabilitys
The mediocre mixed with the past present and future
With the excitement of life
The many different faces, phases
It's time to close my eyes
Travel to far away lands
Start a new
Welcoming the yellow sun bursting over the mountain top

                      
     

Blank Chalk Boards

 

I don't know if there is a plan

I don't think there is

We are in charge of our own slate

With some help and guidance

 

Vibrating with what our high nature sings

Offering that service to the universe

You were born to shape

Listen. It speaks softly

 

Distributing with our action, thoughts and words.

The individual part of the whole

All connected with this life

in the darkness and blinding light

 

The angel you are to the unseen

You don't even know

what service you bring

But by simply being you in thought and deed

unconsciously serving the higher thing.

 

http://www.matthewgamber.com/Blank-Chalkboards

 

 

Give

I want to give

The pure me

The part of me that smiles

That can lift you up

Take you to new heights

While discovering something new

About you, about this world, about myself

I want to give

And keep on giving

Until there is nothing left

And something more is created

I want to give

It all

 Keep on giving that which transcends

May we lift the universe