ever for

ever for

my soul joyfully weeps in anticipation . . .

of your coming

…home.

i know with all due certainty

that you bear for me a bountiful heart,

filled with the gifts of “Heart”,

with no limitations.

Through many restless nights

i rode the dream streams

of colorful light beams

looking over the horizons

of my aspirations . . .

lookin for you

All my senses enlivened

with the urge but to be of you . . .

through you . . .

in you . . .

once again . . .

for you complete

the “me” of  “me”.

Over the eons

i have watched

the waxing and waning

of my passions and desires,

knowing that only your heart

could align my path with my truth.

Need i say that

the warm velvet of your ethereal touch

grounds me in the soil

of the garden of “Birth and Death”

exposing my silly illusions . . .

that i am finite.

Yes Love,

in my delusional haste to live

and the creations of my own hauntings,

i knew you were always there . . .

heart in hand

flowing with the essence of all life

. . . love.

For with Love,

Death willingly is trumped

and thus submits it’s veil of deceit

to what “IS” . . . Life!

So.  my dear

bring me the breath of “BE”ing that sustains us . . .

bring me the Joy Divine

bring me my Life’s Light . . .

Light my Lantern once again

bring me our life

that permeates all “BE”ing . . .

that i may awaken

and be transformed in the . . .

ever for.

(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

for we are love

for we are love

we were in love

but there were rules

in the hard dense dimension

and we were in dissension

of how they applied

and affected the illusion

of our supposed integrity

the rules of love

cares not for love

but cares for themselves

for love can not exist

in borders

and boundaries

and with restrictions

in conflict with it’s self

our souls spoke of times

long ago

yet still here with us now

for we remembered

we remembered the passion

the congruity of our thoughts

and our mutual longings

and the oneness that always prevailed

and here we are again

attempting to defend

a thing greater than we have been

ever here

and my dear

i pray

that we lose our fear

of what is to come

and again

we will drink the nectar

of our own fruits

for we are love

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

come steal my heart . . .

come steal my heart  . . .

come steal my heart my beloved one

be as the thief who creepeth in the twilight

ever vigilant seeking the cherishable prize

that ushers forth riches untold

let the graces of our aspirations

and dreams

become a presence of One

come steal my heart my beloved

take charge of my heart felt wanderings

let there be no repass of my guilt

for what you take charge of here

i bear no ownership

come steal my heart my beloved one

my longing calls for one just like you

be mindful of your caring

let it be focused upon me alone

should you wander to another garden

where the fruit appears that much sweeter

know that i bear no angst against thee

for you have tasted of my sweetest

and i am grateful to have fed your dreams

come steal my heart my dear and beloved one

come steal my heart

and let us dance in the realm

of expectations of our greater self

let us uninhibitedly display our joy

in the smile upon our face

the smiles that are tethered to our Light Heart

where shadows have no name

come steal my heart my beloved one

and as we comingle in our bliss

let us kiss

and let the ether of our union

be the spirit that spawns life

and the universe shall sing

of the ecstasy of our love

in it’s highest form of celebration

come steal my heart beloved one

and let the angels lose their guard

for my heart in your hand requires no chaperone

and all the eyes of heaven shall be filled

with the beauty of their tears of allure

as they flow to feed those

who know not of thy passions

come steal my heart my beloved one

and we shall dine at the table

eternity has set before us

entwined in all the blessings of imaginings

of all the God-ness of promise

as one

come steal my heart . . .

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

ANNOUNCEMENT : Inner Child Awards Recipients

Don’t you ?

Don’t you ?

Them old Oak Trees of the South wood

Expressed an almost forgotten familiarity

Their statuesque presence looming

Sketching outlines in the skies above

As i looked up

Looking down

You could see their deciduous brethren

Gathered at their feet, mostly

But some of the Ancients

Did challenge their girth

Barren because the Winter took notice

Leaves fallen upon the earth

You could smell the composting of the Oak

As it continued its journey to nurture

And feed the life to come

The background skies just adorned them

In the allowing of their interruptive limbs

To their own expanse and command of what we see

All was peaceful, and none held angst

About another

The Brother of mine, Wind

Still danced, still pranced

Without much resistance

There was nothing really to do

But visit his old friends

And remind them of their symbiosis

For each were born, all were born

With gnosis, as are we

We have forgotten the purpose of the way

Yet each day we awaken and trek forward i think

But then again, what do i know

Save that all rivers flow to Oceans

Eventually, don’t they ?

The Sun was seeing what i was, wasn’t it

And so much more i am sure

For when i act as a Sun, i do

I thought you knew

Don’t you ?

Prison Analogies

Prison Analogies
Often / Most times, we, are “Self”, imprisoned. Usually by our thought processes, but hardly ever by our intent. Intent is usually of a virtuous make up. It is often our lack of faith in the manifestations of our intent that leads us to either “sow” our own seeds of “doubts” and “insecurities”. Also we graciously allow others, such as “Friends”, “Family” and “Strangers” to do the same. Doubts and Fears are naught but a “Veil of Darkness” we consent to or assist to shroud the light of our “Dreams”, “Aspirations” and “Intents”! So, when i say we are “Self Imprisoned” . . .
One truism about life is that “Life” is a result of our choices. We must accept the responsibility of our lives. We can either suffer the effects of our choices or embrace the “Joys”! When we do not assertively chose, we are still in charge . . . choosing. We are choosing “not to choose”! When we do this we are allowing this manifestation that is not of our own selection, and yet we are imprisoned once more.
Another consideration about c choices and “Self Imprisonment”, we also become “Slaves” to our Goals and Aspirations, do we not? A pretty “Paradoxical” consideration and place to “BE”! So, the question is, how do we avoid this state of “BE”ing i am calling”Prison”? . . . that which is confining and limited in nature? I got it!
Stop Building Walls !
Blessed Be
Bill
© August 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.
Below is a Poem i wrote some time ago about this topic.
Enjoy and FEED BACK. What is your prison ?





my prison

i have erected four walls
that i call my jail
for inside my walls
i can not fail

outside of my box
in traps i am caught
they tempt me to see
if my soul can be bought

my prison is safe
by my own design
my light’s filtered in
and my truths are sublime

outside of my door
there is my own guard
no one may enter
without their love card

i am safe in my world
and the risks are few
why i stay here
i have not a clue

but some day i’ll leave
and that day is soon
for i hear my heart’s piper
playing Pan’s tune

so i’ll open that door
and then i will see
a bigger prison built
especially for me

so how do i escape
how can i be free
there is but One answer
and that is to “BE”



. . . stop building walls


“before Peace, Love and Freedom can manifest itself in the World
we must first allow it to manifest with in our Self”
~ wsp ~
~ inner child ~


~ U N I R 1 ~

The World that is becoming Real

The World that is becoming Real

in a world

where we walk in our sleep

we look on with indifference

as the children do weep

promises are made

we intend not to keep

we live in the shallows

while lost in the deep

we profess to seek truth

while embracing the lie

pretending to live

while each day we die

we paint on a smile

while inside we cry

accepting illusions

and never ask why

looking to heavens

for forgiveness of sin

delusions abound

created within

transfigurative salvation

by Genie or Jin

the pathways of losers

dreaming to win

our dance and our laughter

laced with travail

upon stormy seas

less rudder less sail

dis-ease with our brethren

undiagnosed ail

yet i hear souls crying

with silent night wail

but hold to your hope

for the sun soon come

in light of the new day

we realize our sum

the pathway revealed

to whence we are from

and spirits attuned

all minds now aplomb

and joy in the streets

of Gold we will dance

for all “Is” is perfect

‘twas never with chance

each touch of our love

perpetuates advance

i’ll see you at the party

and we’ll sing perchance

in the world that is coming to be

© 2 February 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.