Guardians

Every day I move off this planet and glide
Sometimes above the misty home but at other times
Among the planets and moons of our souls
Hearing the music that is within us
Waiting to burst out when we learn 
Lessons.

Learning means more than memory it means change
Making efforts to replace habits with obedience
Every event will be new as we approach the new worlds
Habits will not save us but only mind and spirit.
Listening.

Hearing the guiding voices as they speak to us
Saying you can not do this even though you made
Every plan to function in this one way but
No one foresaw these fresh events unfolding
As it does before our sensors and it can be
That you want to deny, but denial is death
Believe.

That tune is repeating again in your brain
Now think clearly. Is this not what we came here for?
We have been freed from habit and given a new life
Even imagination will not withstand these realities
A man in Persia anticipated a new man becoming whole
Messenger.

Shining Tune

I want to write the songs that lift the hearts
Music that makes the breath to stop and start
Deep it comes up as joy pushing out the tears
I want the songs that move lightly across waves
Then they dive deep to the root of lifes doors.

Words that stop us in the drug mart
To listen to the angels footsteps
A memory stirs and irritates the brain
Breaking forth into a bright shining tune.