The world is big with possibilties

The artist vision is unlimited
He can create
A new world
Where ideas flow and peace can prevail
Where all are included and in harmony.
His vision must become
A child
A woman.
His brush strokes must be broad
With infinite colors
He paints the darkness into light
The shapeless and formless
Into a breathing beauty.
Turns the chaos into order
Creates the new world.
We must not accept the walls that seem to be around us
they are of our own creation.
Every ending is a beginning.
The door is slammed in your face
You build a house
With no doors
You walk through the walls
You extract the treasure
You are of the light
Darkness
Is only
A membrane
That can be pierced through
Made of imaginary substance
It has no weight
Or depth
It is a cry
Within each of us
There is a veil.
T.S. Eliot
said my ending is my beginning
Showing the wasteland is only
the dark night of the soul.
We must let go of every perception
Of limitation
You are a rain dancer
Today I walked the hills of Malibu
On a new trail off of PCH
It is March
The wild flowers are not yet in Bloom
The rabbits dance the dirt path
Winding upward
Mustard seed
Faces the side
Of the path that is closest
To the Ocean
One can breathe a real breath
The surf pounds behind
Us and below
Sail boats
Are barely visible
Through misty skies
All of life screams
Now
Now
Now is the time to laugh
Now is the time to rejoice
Now is the time to begin eternity
It starts this side of the mysterious
The wind settles
Upon my skin
Telling me
The heart knows
What the mind
Cannot grasp.
More joy everyday
Is needed
To be silly is serious business
Rolling in the tall grass
Being
Not thinking of saving the world
But immersed in symphonic ballet
Of a transitory
Procession
We are creating as we go
We are only a beginning
A continuous eternal .
We must so position ourselves
As to receive the never ending bliss.
Like raiders of the lost arc
when THE LIGHT COMES IN AT EXACTLY
the CATACLYSMIC exact SECOND
Light breaks through
What your limited self
Cannot do for itself
Is done through you by Grace.
The pain subsides
Fresh hope appears
You are on your way
Doubts dissolve and fade
You are within the equation
An essential
Vital ray within the Rainbow.
Your present inspiration
is only a foretaste
Of the Possible.