Round Table
From ancient mists of Avalon we rise,
our souls robed in new flesh and blood disguise.
We taste of tears and laughter once again,
drinking adventure tales of joy and pain.
August, 1992
Month: January 2006
New Year
New Year
A year just passed into memory
as I heard the snowflakes sing.
The last time I glanced out the window
Summer was chasing Spring.
1974-75
Tracks Through Time
Tracks Through Time
Look here and see these tracks through time,
these words, this grounded page
that clues the ever longed for sign
transforming death to life again.
Look there. See how the tracks lead back
by way of tree and plant and stone
messengers of thoughts thought dead
returned to love of life when read.
Fear not these life signs that you read.
Explore imprinted paths that lead
through changing cycles of life without end,
dancing universe circles that even leap and bend.
Trek the space of evolving human history
that dares choose to travel through mystery.
Gather the stars as you pass by
on shoes that touch on ‘how’ and ‘why’.
Reveal your energy signatures’ creative passion
formed like precious metals that fashion
lives. Like trails of crumbs in many ways
our triune nature can amaze.
Walk the footprints, dance the life
of rhythms marked by joy and strife.
See the traceable journey continue on
through wonders and mysteries far beyond.
January, 2006
Friendship
Friendship
True friends are soul-companions
having survived changing circumstance
and the challenge of disagreement.
Minds are searched and hearts are tried,
yet still found worthy of the intimacy
of unguarded thoughts expressed
with the ease of soap on skin…
True friends inspire each other
to be and do their best in the art
of living wiser, healthier lives.
True friends are rewards and medals and prizes…
True friends are reflecting mirrors,
and unique snowflakes,
woodland walks,
and the beauty of terrain yet to be discovered…
February, 1992
Portrait of Norm
Portrait of Norm
He’s a fierce and powerful warlord
and a gentle, seductive maiden in disguise.
He’s a swift cheetah and a soaring hawk.
Pray that you’re not his prey!
Surrounded by dragon-mist, he lives
in a confusing labyrinth of complexities.
In this domain, he’s a fearsome Minotaur
with piercing teeth and judging horns.
It blocks the path to the inmost door of his heart—
that sacred place where God is unconditional love.
Few reach that far in his challenging maze.
It’s so easy to lose your own way.
My friend is a fish swimming upstream,
driven to go against the flow.
Instinct and unrelenting will,
high leaps of faith and logic—
all take him to his chosen goals.
As one door closes another awaits,
for we all create our future fates.
Another time, another place,
I know I’ll recognize his face.
February, 1999 revised April, 2004
Flowerpoet 
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