just me - Inner Child

just me

here i sit

embedded in a place

alone in contemplation

reflecting

upon past paths

circumstances

experiences

lessons life has presented

at least the ones i can remember

funny the twists and turns

the road we have traveled

offered to us

the challenges we endured

and still here we are

i look back

at the warm times

and those which are harsh

which offered invaluable lessons

and there are times

i choose to forget

but overall life’s experiences

has enriched me

with

tolerance . . .

where understanding failed

patience . . .

where frustrations were the rue of the day

but most of all

love . . .

where there was no other options

perhaps to learn to love

in spite of . . .

is the greatest treasure of all

Love seems to be

the quintessential path

to becoming

that which Soul has always called for

and the more i reflect

with a certain suspect

as to where this road may lead

i do know

this is not a journey i will survive

without compassion and love

which is the passion of

who i am

yes love is that defining principle

of all i say is grande and good

and should i check out

of this Hotel today

my stay here

is endeared in reverence

for i have touched

tasted

and been blessed in an eccentric sense

to have wasted love

and the opportunities

it has always

brought into my life

through my wilderness

seeking my clarity

and perhaps

defining what parity truly means

i have stumbled

lost my way

many a day

and as i consider this forward path

i survey all i have learned

and i realize

it matters much not

for the Road is the Road

and it’s purpose

is to be traveled

either blindly

or not

so i look in

and inspect my light

polish its lens

check the wick

and i am certified

and will not be denied

the destination i seek

for the meek may inherit this world

but i am a warrior

i am here to herald in a new way

that some day

my children will say

AMEN

That’s my Father

My Dad

so i am prepared

my friend

to defend their birthright

and the honor of my soul

and yours as well

as i sit here

once again

embedded in a place

alone in contemplation

reflecting

upon past paths

circumstances

experiences

lessons life has presented

at least the ones i can remember

that i may go forward

just me

(c) 30 September 2011

just me - Inner Child

in my now . . .

in my now

in humbled gratitude

i look to the heavens

for my love and i

have been reunited

the prospect of the days to come

are quite the expectation

i always in my soul

vied for

died for

so many lifetimes

the cyclic experiences

of life with out her

was but a journey

for i had lost my sight

in the nightmares

and fears

that reassured me

that dreams do not come to be

and now that i can see this light

of a certain immeasurable treasure

my pleasure for the Laws of Karma

are celebrated

and i am elated

and soon to be satiated

in the womb of her love

the sweetness of her taste

was lost

many aeons ago

yet now be it so

for my imaginings

have conjured forth

the long buried memories

and this and every day

calls for dance and song

for that which my soul

has forgotten

it longed for

is here, manifest

and thus my journey

is no longer a soliloquist endeavor

for she is here

in my now

so . . .

in humbled gratitude

i look to the heavens

for my love and i

have been reunited

© 30 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

in this journey

in this journey

in this journey

i have struggled to understand

i have struggled to gain Clarity

capture him

in my own reason

and bend him to my will

but he would not comply

nor listen

in this journey

i have tired

and i needed to rest

so i sat in my own mess

and i found solace

in giving up

not fighting

the internal battle

with “Self”

in this journey

the voices dissipated

scattered in to other regions

perhaps the minds of others

and a quiet prevailed

and my spirit sailed

the Seas

of what i could come to be

and once again

my thoughts soared

the skies of possibilities

for clarity

had come

to visit my empty soul

and whisper

the key to my understanding

in this journey . . .

allow

© 26 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

the Reverence of the Day

the Reverence of the Day

i come to this day

with reverence

for all is Holy

as am i

i walk upon the Earth

that of Mother

and i am grounded

in reality

i look to the Sky

and i am reminded

of Life’s endless possibilities

so i dream

i look to Mountains

and my Faith is reaffirmed

for they were here yesterday

standing strong

as i too shall be

i look to the Sun

and i am blinded

by the sheer Wonder

of the Light

i am embraced by its warmth

and life acknowledges

that i am loved

the Trees sway

into my consciousness

and i breathe them in

as they do i

for all life

is symbiotic

and in perfect balance

i so love the Clouds

as they drift

to and fro

creating shapes

of things to come

sounds of life

are all about

within me as well

my heart beat

my breath

the sound of my thoughts

and i am alive

standing in the midst of Creation

looking out

at . . .

The reverence of the Day

© 26 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

sweet sighs . . .

sweet sighs

aaahhhhhhhhh

the fruit ‘tis almost ripened my child

come have a sit in the garden

while we await the hands of Time

to sweeten the offering

soon come the Angels

gathering from the Vine

the grapes of our understandings

harvest approaches my love

observe the patience of the Wind

He stirs not at this time

for even He must rest

in the Joy of this magnificent color

when Autumn in Her indomitable Regality

sets the passions of men aflame

in the color of Winter’s quiet promise

a promise of hearts clinging together

in warm embrace

while we the Children

partake of Life’s sweetness

of the toil realized

in the plucking

and picking

and canning

and planning

for the Hibernation from life

in life

while we await the Spring

come my child

have a seat in the Garden

bring with you

your ardent dreams

and we shall share a passion

or two

as we await the fruit

of life

you and i

ahhhhhhhhhhh

sweet sighs

© 25 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

but a picture

but a picture

i looked at her picture

and idle imaginings

began to transform

and take shape

in visions

and thought

of possibilities

there was a tinge

somewhere in the deep recesses

of me

awakening

stirring

as the light of a wondrous consciousness

came upon me

and gave credence

unto its self

that resonates

with this scent

found in . . .

but a picture

© 25 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

every thought

every thought

every thought

is worthy of space

which is why it comes to us

to claim our cerebral emptiness

for we are yet to be fulfilled

the light of understanding

vies for our love

and attention

yet we are busy

seeking other things

things that intoxicate us

and move us away from now

we call them such things

as dreams

and visions

and wants

and desires

yet the fires within our Souls

are not being fed

the fuel required

that our lights may ascend

back to that of the Holy

and every thought

that invades our consciousness

is not evaluated

in circumspect

of it’s worthiness

we engage them

anyway

don’t we

with very little reflection

as to their validity

or equanimity

to the balance of life

yes,

though every thought

may not be of good service

to our greater good

we embrace them

and at times

give face to them

and their haunting

as the joust and jaunt

their way into meaning

this is just a thought for me

for you

about . . .

every thought

what are your thoughts ?

© 24 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.