APOLLO

APOLLO

Apollo, with his shining sight

And his gold-bright bow,

Rode upon the sun's broad glow

And shot the dragon of dark night

With his dawn-born shafts of light.

So may that power be in our sight,

So may that power be in our souls-

The power of spirit light.

So may clear seeing

Glow from our being-

As a sun

Into the dark,

Like a sun

Within each heart.

SILENT, THE MOON

SILENT, THE MOON

Silent, the moon

glides on the night,

silently shining

from the star height.

Silent, the moon

rides on the sky,

spying on darkness,

like the night's eye.

From fields of wide violet

it pries through the night;

providing pale whiteness:

a delicate light.

Softly the moon,

through the night gliding,

seeks for what's hiding

in the quietness of all...

finding the sound

that is in silence;

finding the light

that is in shadow.

Silently shining

from the star height;

quietly the moon

glides on the night.

STAR

STAR

A star is a wonder

That rays its radiance;

Its gleaming beam

Unfolds from over us,

Illumines deep blue.

But wonder's star

Rays radiant reverence,

Beams from our being;

And, enfolding our knowing,

Intuits the True.

STAR SONG

                                 
                                         STARSONG

We are

star

children.

Our bodies born of the breath of suns,

our souls move in immensity.

Yet we

forget so easily

we're bathed in stellar light;

given vision

beyond terrestrial dimension.

For we have lost humility.

We are

star

children.

Yet we

forget so easily

we're of illimitable universe:

we're granted power to be.

Our sun

harmonizes with the round of stars.

The planets ring our journeying.

We feed on trapped sunbeams,

the moon moves our deep seas.

Yet we

forget so easily

a gratefulness for conscious being

and, blind in pettiness,

squabble over nothings.

We are, we belong.

We are star breath, star song.

Yet we

forget so easily.

We are

star children

and we all spiral with the stars through vastness.