Caught in the sudden light

The lie revealed

Explodes the heart's sun

Leaving betrayal's ashes.

Above, the golden sun

Spins from the sky,

While I dive to the bottom

of my tears.

In this place of mourning,

No morning sun to light my way

And I am left alone

In the love-bereft night

Of my heart.

Bob

I am not a homeless wanderer.

I am a homefilled wanderer.

For years I painted landscapes,

perfecting a style of

angelic dreams

To remember.

To awaken.

Now I want to live in those

paintings.

After all, shouldn't living itself

be our greatest art?

It is.

It is the only art I desire to

master now.

I've let go of all that ambitious

other stuff.

Come along with me...

I'm inviting you to step into my

creations and play.

Anna

Light breaking

Wave on wave,

The day's pain,

Drowns in the ocean

of Light.

Myself, shedding

The bruised skin

Taking wing

On gentle beams of

Light.

Feeling the rough trees

Bearing me up

Along the nests

Of eagles!

Bob King

Lions are growing like yellow roses on the wind;

Leaves turn gracefully in the medieval garden

among the roaring blossoms...

Brian W.

A giant redwood

now

still as a fallen

leaf.

Homeward,

to the root

of all things.

Breathe now

the

stars.

Let our

tears

follow you

into the

house of love.