There is only rhythm

Indefinite as watercolor paint

There are no edges, boundaries no ends

In the Nothingness of all become a saint

Then the grace of colour will consent.

Lost in beauty like a deep sea fish

Swimming in a rhythm,a Schubert song.

Such a creature is an ordinary wish.

In the flowing paint there is no wrong.

I am you and you are me that’s so.

Do not worry where the boundary lies

Let it all be done in patience slow

The mermaid on her sea shell gives a sigh

There is no solid world,no compliant me.

Oh god of rhythm come now and set us free

Trust the dark

Trust the unknown force that grew you,
From the joining of two cells.
Act of love and of self giving,
Creating then a new born self.

Trust the dark,the unseen aspects
Of the life we all do live.
Trust that there is wisdom elsewhere,
To your emptiness to give.

Wait in patience for the time
When inspiration comes at last
Trust in darkness,silence,lowness.
Opposition forms the cross.

Pain is bearable in lowness,
Like the worm in earth I dwell.
When I look I see the sunrise
And I trust all shall be well.