The Dance

Twilight time, the haze of mixed emotions
The breath slows, the heart stills
The mind settles
Into a groove of thoughtless wonder

Past dreams and the drama of tomorrow
The letting go of blood and bone
The shedding of a skin
To slip into something more comfortable

Endless sea of not forgotten faces
A fond embrace, a gentle touch
I search the crowd this night to see
Who will dance with me.

The Dance of a thousand ages
Familiar melody, ancient verse
Swept away and floating
Moving to an ancient rhythm

First one and then another
Place and people, motion and emotion
Reuniting and entwining
In geometric time

The Lessons acted out so well
We laugh, we cry
And reminisce
And vow next time to write a better play

Twilight time just before darkness
I drift away on memories of being free
And wonder this night
Who will dance with me

Sweet Darkness by David Whyte

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

Solving Issues in a Loving Way- (A Student Poem)

Clashing, clawing, tossing words like daggers,
as out of control their hearts beat..
At each other like wild Fire-birds,
feathers flying at ten thousand feet..
As they lock together,
spiraling to the bottom of the canyons below..
Their eyes meet..
Savage as the untamed beast with laser glare,
the heat of the moment continued,
without retreat..
And then, catching their breath,
knowing the rocks below await if they did not break..
Gazes soften, eyes widen, pulses slow..
The beauty of each, as a mirror they unclench,
releasing the grip,
that would spell their destiny..
She gracefully spreads those spectacular wings,
he boldly shadows her beauty, her grace..
Both recognizing they are one and the same..
Stunning creatures of the same God..
Drifting now on currents of faith..
Like fine wine filling a glass,
love spreads thru their bodies, their souls at last..
Replacing the madness, replacing the heat,
with the deftness of Angels,
the tips of their wings touch..
The love in their eyes tell the story as such..
Why were they arguing, a cloud may wonder,
As they laugh and faint, who cares is an answer..
I see you her eyes say..
I see you his eyes say..
Together..Namaste my love..


She is the One for whom the birds sing.
Her womb births worlds untold
Her hair is like the rivers, endlessly flowing.
Her breath is the Four Winds.
When She speaks, new universes unfurl.
Her favorite words are Love, Freedom and Joy.
She wears peace like a halo.

Reincarnation by Ronel van Tonder

How sweet the air is tonight

(Silky caramel melting on your fingertips).

Perfect teal sky

A beautiful rushing breeze

That makes the green trees and bushes

Dance with each other.

Maybe they all know that tonight I will die…

(They’re celebrating!).

Knowing soon I will become incorporated

Into the strata of life again.

Ready to be molded into an intricate Vessel.

Only to die later on,

In the time-honoured tradition.

Dance, tree, dance,

For tomorrow

I will be right by your side….

A lime sapling reaching for the sun,

The gritty soil between my toes.

 Author: Ronel van Tonder

Prayer for a Happy New Year (Peace) – Yogi Bhajan

In God’s love for you alone, life unfolds

Like a silken cone unwinds.

And we are all woven, one with God.

Strands of silk,

Sacred and divine.

The drums of war are loud and clear,

But hope of peace is also near.

If the Word of God will lead the people

And compassion will flow with the beat of the heart,

The human race will find its essence.

Let us pray for love of peace.

Let us pray for love of truth.

Let us pray for everyone to pray

For the innocent in bondage

Miles and miles away.

Let us pray for the innocent victims.

Let us pray on the death of the innocents–

Those humans created in the image of God,

Tortured by men with earthly authority,

Actions so far away from morality.

In my prayer

I wish you the wealth of peace

To make beautiful our tomorrow

Where human beings can live in love

Forever free from sorrow.


Die winter kou aan my se lyf

laat my liggaam koud en styf

hare staan regop op hoender se vleis

lippe gekleur in blou en grys

Die laken is koud voel eintlik nat

jy kan nie aan my met jou koue hande vat

ek kry so koud my tande klap

ek kry so koud man, ek kan dit nie meer vat!

Die winterval is ‘n afgryslike ding

jy hoor geen voëltjies in die more sing

die ys maak ‘n waterkring

op die voeltjiebak se ronding

Voetspore in die vroegoggend ryp

die water is gevries in die kraan se pyp

om koue uit my lyf te dwing

warmte van my geliefde se omhelsing

stadig voel ek die koue pyn verdwyn

die winterval wegkwyn

Liefde is deur dik en dun

altyd die antwoord op elke ding

Author: EC

Lessons from a Garden

In the spring I planted seeds….
Just a few of this, and a few of that
When the first shoots peeked out from the dark earth, I smiled
And I knew then, all was possible

Then the shoots turned to plants…. tiny promising flowers
That reminded me of how I am always just beginning
Of times that I tried to create before I was ready
And so I plucked each small blossom with a gratuitous prayer
Believing that such sacrifice would surely bring abundance
Branches burst forth….and then died back….
I fought through barbed jungles of vines and stalks
I tore and primped… I dug and covered….
I made executive decisions…
My garden lurched and bucked, answered and reached…
Suddenly sunflowers grew like skyscrapers
Tomatoes stood like pregnant women all in a row
It seemed our family would never go hungry
It seemed that there would always be enough
Again I smiled
Aware of what I was capable of
Growth Unlimited
Death and Rebirth
Record breaking heights
Constant Transformation
Nourishing those that care enough to support me in my growth
I am a garden
My garden is me
Some change is small
Some change is large
Who are we to say which is which?
I think I’ll plant some seeds again this next spring…
Just to remind myself …of what I might become
Of what I already am