Twists and Turns

Twists and turns, oh how are we to know,
How are we to know what the future holds?

We can plan and prepare, but how are we to know?
How can we really know what the future holds?

Upturns and down, but how are we to know?
When it's time to buy and hold, or sell and go?

How are we to know what's around the bend,
How can we plan as far as the weekend-

Twists and turns, love, how are we to know?
We never truly know which way life will go.

Jagged Misunderstanding

She pushes one way, he the other.
He sees that they are holding together.
She sees that they are cooperating...
There's a jagged piece of misunderstanding
They've been ignoring it though it's between...
It smoothed out and became beautiful-
but what's a pearl to a two-sided clam?

Spellbound

When you found the courtyard, I felt the wind kick up and my spirit whirled like fall leaves…
You entered the garden right through the gate as if you’ve always belonged there.
You followed the path, enjoying the fragrance of the flowers and the shade of the Willows…
Noticing that everything looked a little wilted and dry, you felt your own thirst building.

You circled around and stopped to sample some of the fruit that was ripe and ready.
You continued across the arching bridge, and then were overwhelmingly compelled-
You ran across the cobblestone and dove deep into the fountain, all the way down.
You came up and finally saw me, encapsulated in stone, waiting for freedom.

You circle around me, wondering what artist could have made such a compelling piece.
My bare feet are poised one in front of the other, ready to step off of this pedestal.
My arms reach up and out, my hands open. The expression on my face is longing and hope.
Perplexed, you trace your wet hand down my shoulder, and place it on my heart.

You’re astonished to discover that my heart is beating as the stone melts under the water.
You reach back to the fountain and collect more water, then pour it over my face.
The fire in my eyes is intense as I watch you continue to wash the stone off of my body.
You help me down to the fountain and wash me in the water till I'm renewed- I’m free.

Free to move, free to speak, free to love, free to live. We smile as our gaze meets.
The fountain is constantly running now. Water overflows into the brook, hydrating all.
We walk through the magic garden and find a resting place among the willow trees.
Freed from the stone- free, but I"m spellbound again- I'm happily captivated by you.

I want to receive love, and return it back again,

Like the Ocean's tide, cheered on by the wind.

I want to be the moon that drives you closer still,

You will be the sun that lights my every day.

Stepping Stones...

I have a celestial garden I've been growing and building. Surrounded by weeping willows with beautifully hanging branches, peaceful green grass,
Fragrant flowers and lots of fruits and vegetables to enjoy- and in the center of my garden- the Fountain of Love.
The Fountain flows freely- covering all parts of the garden. It's composed of Agape and Philia, but Eros is missing…
I have been searching all my life, working through trial and error to complete my Fountain… but I have only found stepping stones:


A vacuum block is not a good stepping stone- the first to miss-use my Eros love- but he imploded, and I left him in his own mess.

Quicksand mixed with cement is no good material for a stepping stone. I was set with him, but he sucked everything in and ruined it.

I found a fantastic stepping stone- it was warm and enticing- but I was deceived. I was burned by hot coals turned black- not safe at all.

A secure piece of granite - I thought this would be a good one. It turned out to be a stepping stone made of spongy wood- rotting inside.

Then there was a beautiful, original piece of art who refused to be anything except a stepping stone- and a stepping stone he was proud to be.


So I have experienced those unfit pieces- good and bad, fake and real… I still want to find the one who is fit to complete the Fountain of Love in which we can flow together outside of time and space…
I've learned disappointment and danger from stepping stones of the past… I've learned to be selective; I've thrown the bad ones out.
I'm looking at the best one yet- hoping in time, I'll discover that he's the one conducive to Eros with me- not just another stepping stone.

It's all Greek to you?

Agape- "brotherly love" or love regarding kinship

Philia- love regarding friends

Eros- passionate, romantic love

Inner Strength

I am here with a job to do, Responsible first, always done.
To take care of others, to give with heart- true
Oh dependable, I am the one.

Now the way of this hasn't changed, focus sharp, I continue,
To help and serve others- just rearranged,
I think I have more of a clue...

Build a well within and you'll stay strong, I can now see clearer-
Neglecting the inner source is wrong,
Take care of the one in the mirror.

I know I can't tell you about

How things are gonna work out,

I konw the future is an ocean,

and we'll be guided by emotion,

I know that right now, it's all new-

I know I want to spend time with you.



Oh budding love, spicy and sweet,

Mmm Excitement and certainly heat,

The future is before us and bright,

Wow, all through the day and night,



I'm so glad I have this with you.



My skin tingles for your touch,

Our time apart, I miss you so much-

I want to be near you in any place,

So I can look in your eyes, see your face-

I want to talk and hear your voice-

I know I've made a wonderful choice...



As time goes by, the seasons slip through-

I know I want to spend them with you.