The Hour Of The Changing Light

She teaches me

how fast it all goes,

how to savor This.

Were it not for Her

I may have spent life

not living,

only doing,

fretting and frittering

my fading hours away

in endless to-do’s







She makes me feel

a soft yet horribly deep sorrow

at the time I’ve lost

within the false state:

Alive, but not recognizing Life! 

The state of unreason

cultures are built upon.


She reminds me to honor

in Sacred Devotion and Gratitude

The setting Sun,

sacred in its own right,

and all it represents:

All that Enters and gives Life,

then leaves us alone in Night,

to softly find a way back in,

to lure us into Light again.


The cycles of Life,

of Light

of Love,

The cycles of All Creation.


All this She Teaches

in Her sensual adieu

To the God of The Golden Orange Light,

whose Emergence and Disappearance

Form the Magic Hour

Where yin and yang kiss,

And become one another,

And the veil between

fades to naught.


The realm of opposites join here:

Ra to Luna.

Birth to Death.

Light to Dark.

God to Man,

The hour in which we may

 whisper to Spirits,

And Spirits may whisper

Sacred Truths to us.


She devotes Herself

to Ra’s egress

with all Her Western faces.

Her delicate, graceful fingers,

gently caressing even the last fleeting trace

of precious fading Light.


I feel Her yearning, reaching,

even unto the last dying sunbeam.

So glorious, to see a Tree in Prayer!

So glorious to be aware!

So glorious to have Eyes that See,

 if only in shared sunsets,

in which She helps me enter,

The Sacred Awareness.


She awakens me

through gentleness

through delicacy,

That I may see with Pure eyes.


She lures my Awareness

 into the most subtle aspects of Her Grace

That I may recognize within myself,

all I am drawn to in Her.

In the breath, in the poise, in the fingers,

in the step, in the balance, in the motion,

in the gentleness and the delicacy,

the busy noise of mind can fade

that I may discover

even the to-do’s

are better achieved

When lost in the gentleness and grace of the doing.


My Great Teacher,

What greater lesson could be taught,

than how to be Alive in Life?


Magic things happen

through the Sacred Awareness,

In the Hour of the Changing Light.



“Her Again” or “I’m Getting A Serious Crush On This Tree.”

She notices me

penning Her portrait in words.

In the Night I cannot see any of Her faces

But Her Voice speaks to my Spirit


Be As Me. 

Let go of Thought

Let go of Fear.

Root Deeply Into Earth

And Rise Up

Into Ever Greater Light.


Stand strong that someday

you may become a refuge

for those in need of Strength

As I am a Refuge

For all that Live In My Arms,

even as the squirrel in these arms

is a refuge for Her little ones.


When the hard wind blows

Yield and you will not break!

When the darkness comes

Stand Strong, Root and Strive!

When the Darkness is past

Give thanks for deliverance.


Hold Fast To Your Ever







 Tree Grew tall



Roots grew Deep

it would not end well.


When RA is Bright

Let this Nourish and give thanks.


When the cloud hides your Sun,

See, How thin the veil!


This Great Light is Yours,

and it is so much closer

Than you imagine.

Even when you cannot see The Light,

You have The Promise Of The Light,

Just beyond that thin veil.


When you are in the dark


the Light is already on its way.


Awake Sometimes She Speaks


If I could be anything in this world,

I would want

to be


* * * * * * * * * * *


when I see me

in my life

outside of


I smile,

at the charm

of the simple matters

which make a life.

I smile at the pointless little worries

I once made

into such great worries.

It is a sweet, simple life,

with many Beautiful Blessings:

cat-sized squirrels,

bumblebee-sized hummingbirds,

pterodactyl sized crows,

sea gulls of predictable proportions,

The Great Palm

that the cat sized squirrel calls home.


Blue Sky

all experienced

in my


tree house apartment.

No real worries.

Life is simple matters.

And I embrace these simple matters,

that Root Me To Life,

for I want to be Rooted in Life.

There are many little joys

and little joys

are the lasting and always kind,

not the exhilarators

that just go up and down.

If you can be happy to see and hear

Leaves on a tree

in orange golden setting sunlight

gently swaying

 in a soft caressing whispering wind,

you can be happy in all seasons.

* * * * * * * * * * *

She Speaks

I breathe with Her

Listen to Her

Experience Her

Fall in Love with Her.


Orange golden light

of the setting Sun








Delicate Fronds.


She watches over me

She says:

Never fret over what you want to be.

Become just what you are.


I Become All I Am. 

I am a tall tree 

The whole Kingdom can look upon me 

but only you See 







with me. 

You love the animals 

that dwell within my shelter

as I do. 

You are from the forest 

and now in urban life

you long for that portal 

to the magic you knew 

where no humans tread upon 


There you discovered 

the Beauty and Truth 

which dwells only in Pure Earth.

I am your portal, 

back to that Sacred Realm.  

In this 

I am your shelter too. 

You see in me Strength

You see in me Wisdom

You see in me Divine Beauty.

Be As Me. 

The Great Palm

now transforms

into another

of Her ancient faces

to Observe the Setting Sun

in Worshipful Devotion.


Gazing on the fading Light,

The fringes of her illumined

Golden Orange Fronds,

Like Fingers,


Wave Goodbye

to Our Shared Source of Light and Life.


From Her Great Height

She now sees a Light

I cannot,

but She teaches me to See

As She Sees,

even though I have not grown

as much.

From Her I learn


Constant Growth



That I May Become





* * * * * * * * * * *


A Forgotten Contemplation

A forgotten contemplation

a Prayer For God,

after a too hot bath

and too much wine.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I am one life of billions and billions of lives that live(d) and die(d).

How small, how insignificant I am!

No one in history has not died.

No one in present or future will not die.

We are fragile, impermanent

and we fade like a flower past its shining moment.

But that shining moment,

What a miracle!

The realization of ephemerality

makes me feel meaningless,

yet invincible,

for the Life Force that animates me

is the Life Force that animates all life

Through All Time.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I am that Eternal Life Force.

But the illusion of self

can make me forget.

What a prison,

yet a liberation

in a name,

in an identity

in an illusion of separateness

in an illusion of self.

May I cast this off at will and see,

There is No Death or Birth!

* * * * * * * * * * *

For what purpose are we?

Is human identity and selfness,

is form in its myriad manifestations,

God’s way of experiencing through us,

Not Knowing?

How else may She experience

Discovery, Wonder and Mystery?

How else may She see herself,

Experience Herself,

if she is All,

save for an illusion of separation in Her Creations.

Then Life is Her Game,

Her Way to Pretend, Love, Play, Feel, Heal, Deal, See, Be . . .


Then She Creates for the same reason i do!

And even that Creation belongs to Her,

for it is my Maker that makes through me.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

May I be blessed with Eyes That See

That She May See Herself Through Me.

Is this what Rumi meant by

polishing the mirror?