Grace Revisited
g.sam

These moments together, a necklace of snowflakes
Pure crystalline magic, all perfectly new:
So laugh love and savor, the memories unfolding
For blessings like these, are a gift unto you.

The first rays of morning, the moon’s gentle kiss
A flower exhaling, all virtuous bliss:
A dream born in heaven, a smile without shame
Past glory remembered, the sound of love’s name.

So mentioned a handful of life’s greatest rhythms
Immaculate chapters, on pages of sand:
For one fragile instant, divine will is written
By we who are cradled, in Destiny’s hands.

directions
g. sam

The greater the burden, the wider the search
The longer the journey, the sweeter the church
The higher the mountain, the richer the climb
The further from righteous, the colder the crime

A glimpse of tomorrow, a page from the past
A moment spills open, replacing the last
From dream to decision, from vision to goal
The best course of action, begins with control

For passion unbridled, has power to sway
From one to another, the state of the day
Whatever the channel, the promise remains
Devotion to purpose, shall register gain

Through causes ignoble, or those Heaven blessed
Free will is the challenge, and life is the test
All effort produces, that one constant state
Decisive in judgment, unstoppable Fate.

Primary Colors
g.sam

The colors we blend for our palette
Are the colors that govern our lives
The paint we apply through our efforts
Create art as each moment arrives.

The master is s/he who is willing
Using brushstrokes both bold and refined
To explore the ripe depths of the rainbow
For the treasures therein s/he will find.

So inquire of yourself are you ready
To unveil that which lies in your heart
To believe in the masterpiece waiting
For all seekers who choose life as art.

Makedancing 101
g.sam

Could it be that what you’re missing
Is just waiting to be found

In the wake of meditations
On the sublime and profound?

When the mind is unencumbered
There is never any doubt

That a state of dark confusion
We may choose to live without.

Like a cloudless sky breathes sunshine,
Understanding offers light

As the pulse of morning quickens
At the passing of the night.

There’s a freedom born of knowing
Brighter days are yet to come

Once the door is jimmied open
Logarithmic is the sum

Of both clarity and kindness
No more need for hidden games:

Vision graduates through blindness
At the sound of Wisdom’s name.
Thus the circle is expanded
From the edges to the core

And believers feel the music
As they dance from less to more.

MIRROR IMAGE
g.sam

we grow by force, if not by choice
encouraged by an inner voice
that prods us on towards the truth
obscured by innocence and youth
forever present while we sleep
the treasures of the fertile deep
awaiting ready minds of all
who heed the silent mirror call
to look beyond the bounce of light
reflected first for simple sight
and see the honest face of soul
for this remains the greatest goal.

1, 2, 3…grow
gsam

1. What if you claimed the vast grace of this energy
Would you be brave enough, to search and see?
How you could dance on the edge of divinity
Finding your faith in the truth you could be.

2. There is great proof in the wisdom of many.
There is pure light in the shadows of doubt.
There is real joy in the love of expanding.
There is still faith in the voice of a shout.

3. Trade in your Gucci for something more meaningful
Treasure each sunrise far more than your car
Search for the power between words of wisdom
Mine for the riches that say who you are.

tao
g. sam

It does exist, that core defining center
A pure reward for those who match the scales
And realize, with pride but without balance
A “master’s” expert wisdom also fails.

For Harmony knows only that which tends it
Shall earn the gentle harvest she bestows
While all else blindly planted in Her garden
Yields conflict and confusion as it grows.

So why endure the bristles of discomfort
When peace is there for seekers to embrace?
Abandon patterns shown to be lopsided
In favor of a balanced state of grace.

uno
g.sam

you know,
for the beacon that enlightens your soul, shines a way through the darkness;
and yet you would suffer blindness rather than face the truth;
stumble uncertain rather than dance unencumbered;
lose your way in the maze, although gracefully guided;
for with in-sight comes Understanding,
and none borne to see clearly can escape her peerless caress.
you know,
so why do you run to find places where you cannot hide?
instead, find peace in faith:
like the love of the earth for the fruit that it bears,
all roads, shall in time, lead you back, to but One.

Mind no Matter
g.sam

The time has come to realize
The dream you seek to be:
To activate the latent force
And set your power free.

No more the speaker of a wish
Upon a distant star
For now you choose to recreate
The way in which you are.

To wrest from apathetic grip
Control of thought and form
Transcending disempowered states
So easily the norm.

Inhale each morning fire-light
Inspired to be alive
your greatness craves dominion and
It shall not be denied.

*
Undeniable the offer
Irrefutable the claim
That momentum speaks to motion
As beginnings herald change

Let your will be sharply focused
Let no evil make you doubt
If the goal you are pursuing
You were meant to do without

Face your fears and be reminded
Of the many deeds you’ve done
Stretch towards your finest moments
Bravely claim a higher rung.

To take notice of this summons
and put talent to the test
just believe when mind meets matter
You are called to be your best.
POETIC LICENSE

g.sam

Awakening from doubt I find
the truth a simple paradigm:
Surrender to the voice within,
transcendent be thy space in time.
No peace in clutching rituals
mundane their bittersweet rewards
I choose a fertile path that’s sown
with dreams, and paved with metaphors.

Harmonious exchange the flow
of rhythm and the pace of rhyme
Full-flavoured motion captured
by the shadow of a pantomime.
My soul receives the blessing of
a union born to heart and mind
As destiny reveals in One
more beauty than I’d hoped to find.

Not mine alone, this call demands
a sharing of all sacred fruit
For savoured first then planted
are the seedlings that shall take to root
A skipping stone may simply graze
the surface but with every touch
The ripple of an honest word
has power to accomplish much.

And so, I acorn, life the tree,
that would surrender all of me
A voice too small for arrogance
that nonetheless was meant to be.
Blind shaper of this liquid art
in-spired by a force above
Here offer up as humble fare
another flavoured breath of love.

just so.
g.sam

The dreams that you seek
are there warmly before you
true allies indeed
of the great cosmic game

The sound that your ears
have been straining to capture
is simply the wind as it
echoes your name

The sights you would treasure
as visions of glory
are sprinkled in mirrors
for all eyes to see

The taste so delicious
your appetite chases
is only the flavor
of who you could be

*

Ask where does it come from?
this bountiful harvest
and gather your thoughts
as the sun gathers rain

For within the question
so richly examined
your faith shares the answer
again and again.

T for 2
g.sam

Some men will sell you loyalty
But all must give their trust
That perfect gift without a price
Though offer if you must
Your dollars and your diamonds both
What riches you would spend
You cannot buy your way within
The fortress of a friend
Those golden walls impregnable
A haven pure and true
So safe within the heart of trust
The unprotected You
Unburdened by suspicious thoughts
Released from fear and shame
In comfort and security
No need to levy blame
For poor indeed are those who live
Eternally in doubt
And never know the honest grace
Of company without
Grey motives, false sincerity
Self-interest at the core
Instead of just the wind beneath
Your wings to make you soar
Rethink then as you gauge your wealth
If trust you do not “own”
For riches cannot slake the thirst
Of he who drinks alone.

soul chalice
g.sam

this tender temple nature’s gift
a soul reminder of the rift
between the chalice and the whole
while bright reunion spells the goal
a liquid shadow cleaves to bone
as all companions stand alone
borne on through time’s relentless race
till future fortunes must erase
all but one bright and shining star
the legacy of who we are.
weighs and means (aka ‘value-added’)

g.sam

The true measure of a man lies not in the cut of his clothes,
the style of his fashion, or the cost of his footwear,
but rather in the dignity with which he dresses himself,
and the honor that he wears.

The true measure of a man has far less to do with
the title that he holds professionally,
than the respect that he inspires personally,
from those who seek both his company and his counsel.

The true measure of a man is not his net worth
counted in dollars and cents, but his net wisdom
made manifest by the grace of his conduct,
the harmony of his relations,
and the integrity of his words.

The true measure of a man is not to be found
in a survey of who he knows,
but instead in the sublime expression of how
well he knows himself, as a child of God,
and the depth of his surrender to the almighty Divine.

The true measure of a man is gratefully
revealed in the purity of his love,
the nobility of his actions, the generosity of his nature,
and the tranquility of his spirit.