The Path of No Path

Stars and Planets dancing Lighting a mist filled path Sensing deep movement As the Moon and Stars Are Birthed inside me Waves of ancient toning Voicing the great energies Plot a course for the sprouting mustard seed And blooming chrysanthemum Longing to be held Moon, Mars and Mercury Leaping into each others arms Spinning together— Faster now Soaring with the ancient clan Held tightly in celebration; homecoming tears flow The time of parting now over By the great hall fire we remember Each other In Joyful embrace my Daughter, Brother and Wise Old Friend Sun, Earth Stars and Milky Way In firm and intimate welcome Letting the Aeons pass in earnest tango Past the Fires of the night sky Tender lovers they whisper Their no longer silent longings Hold me closer they say We have secrets to share Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All rights reserved.

Earth Mother speaks with the Weaver of Rainbows “Earth Mother?” “Yes Rainbow Weaver—“ “What is power?” Those who thirst for power Live a restless insatiable existence Forever failing to slake themselves Chasing after leprechaun water Drawn from fairy wells Those who seek to gain power in this way Attempting to steal it away from others Will have gained nothing for their efforts Power is sought after By those who are afraid “Why are they afraid, Earth Mother?” They are filled with fear For they have forgotten how to love They remember not that they are Love itself Oh Blessed Rain Forest Ancient Sentinels of Wisdom Creators, keepers and deliverers Of the Sacred Sap that Flows through all living things Your love is the air that fills our lungs Love is your most intimate self Totally free you have forever been From the core of your being This Love/Life Force flows outward All life is energized A great light is the power of love That breathes eternally through you To forget this is to Have ...

Earth Mother talks with the Weaver of Rainbows “Earth Mother?” “Yes, Rainbow Weaver—“ “Teach me about love?” Love is the smell of jasmine At first light on the warm Moist breeze of Summer Solstice Love is the way Mount St. Helens Rumbles, dances, and then Is suddenly silent Breathing In the cool morning stillness It is the great plume of Ash and steam that love Propels towards the stars Love is the beauty of this moment Seeing brightness in your eyes Love is choice Love is choosing to see clearly Unafraid and face to face Nose to nose and eye to eye Love is knowing that We choose to love and also What we choose to love Love is the sunlight Warming the cool wet sand Under your bare feet Love is in the knowing Heart of every bumble bee Humming bird and butterfly That only has eyes for Just the right flower The bright silver light Bouncing off the deep still waters Safely guiding you home This too, is love Bite into that sweet Crisp, first apple that Begins the Autumn harvest With juice s...

Flow of change Nothing is Nothing is not Something are Something are not I is You is We is We are not —not static Is there meaning in All this is-ness Or is-not-ness? Where do you and I lie What really scares us is How great we be In what we choose to see, only Glean that which makes us free To joyfully dance from first hello Never needing to say good-bye Maybe its not where or to know Why we is, but being Only power of the everlasting flow The moon in her phases Causing the rising tide Planetary, primal, Human-ness Became grace and tenderness Magnificent wave we now comfortably ride What we wished for becomes us in the changes

Wisdom comes not from the answers Besides, You already possess all the answers Wisdom Comes in the Experience Of allowing the deep inner knowing To flow Streaming out In the moment you call upon it Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

On these hot summer days I gather peace about me Handfuls, heart, and head-fulls Imagining that they are ice cubes Melting down my back Phillips, my bedside clock in Green numbers is 12:01pm Bright silver button Its incised letters read: REPEAT ALARM The aged once white box fan Roars away on “H” Since way before dawn joins the chorus of The pride of suburban lions in summer A careful well chosen expression of color Fresh from my daughter’s mind; freedom Born in a moment of delight that sees only Increased beauty where others would see Danger of whirring blades Brightly colored felt tipped markers She crafts spinning rainbows of Azure blue and mossy green Giving me hope as the temperature Now past 85 does it double time march On its crusade towards the sun

The way is clear and the tools are obvious for all those willing to look, and see. I'd like you to consider perhaps a bit more closely our relationship with trees. Look at how they grow and develop. How, why and what they breathe. How we and they are so much alike. There is a deep and ancient purpose at work here. If you have the time please find a kind looking really old tree. (The young ones tend to be a bit shy) Bring a small flower or other organic item that warms your heart as you will be leaving a gift when you are done. Sit underneath the tree such that you are comfortable and that your back and spine are in as much contact with the trunk as possible. Hugging the tree or leaning backwards against it will also work well. Introduce yourself to the tree. First meetings, after all, should be filled with grace and gratitude. Imagine that you and the tree are one. Allow your breathing to join with the trees breathing. There is a powerful ancient connection here, allow it to fill ...

It is a splendid spring day. One of those warm afternoons with just the slightest refreshingly warm breeze blowing. You an I have just finished our run in the park. We are walking on the edge of the park by the river talking an laughing. As we pass a large oak tree we turn right and enter the park. The park is busy, but not crowded. There are people playing volleyball and Frisbee with their dogs. Families are setting up barbecues and putting out the potato salad. On the ground we see the familiar silver and gold colored coins. They are scattered about everywhere. In some places there are many and in others there are only a few. We find a beautiful quiet space by a large elm tree and sit down. Time seems to have stood still and the sounds of the park drift away as we talk. Soon, our lips meet as we gently lay down together. Our embrace deepens and soon we very slowly remove each others clothes. Very slow very calm and quiet we enter a deep peace as we gently stroke each others hair and ...