Surfing On Waves of Energy |
I surf on the waves of an ocean
my vessel has sailed before
it lies in a corner of my memory
through the core of me
on the shore of history
the treasure brought back with each return.
Student and teac...
Posted by Chequaya on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 03:51:00 PST |
There I Was |
There I was
walking on rocks
with the wind blowing
myhair and the sea.
There I was
sitting in reflection and my thoughts were blown
not by the wind
I was there....
Posted by Chequaya on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 03:50:00 PST |
The Probable Me |
I wonder what my probable self is doing tonight
the self that's apart of me
that no looking glass will ever reflect
the self I cannot see with physical sight
eyes turned to my side of reality.
My prob...
Posted by Chequaya on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 03:48:00 PST |
Cooking With Soul |
Someone's in the kitchen
creating reality
I add some thought herbs
grown in my fertile mind,
mix with beliefs
for personal experience,
stir with the blood
from the stream inside my veins
this timeless...
Posted by Chequaya on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:46:00 PST |
Sleeping To Dream |
A young man once said to me
"If I didn't have to sleep
I could continue with my waking day
I wouldn't miss a minute
with sleeping out of the way"
I looked at him, smiled and replied,
"You have a dream...
Posted by Chequaya on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:41:00 PST |
Our Search |
People everywhere are searching
for the meaning of life and death.
they travel to another country,
they won't find it there.
the plane is in their imagination,
not in the air.
but your inner space is ...
Posted by Chequaya on Wed, 23 May 2007 09:20:00 PST |
Choosing Words |
Choosing words are like choosing friends the circle that you find yourself in expressing itself by mouth or sign the message travels by a thought design both take the space they find themselves in ide...
Posted by Chequaya on Wed, 23 May 2007 11:01:00 PST |
Wallpaper |
The wall is built around their mindsprotecting those who don't belongthey come and go along society's fringeswithout power and directioninsecure models of imperfectionwaiting for anyone who will show ...
Posted by Chequaya on Wed, 23 May 2007 10:51:00 PST |
Word Seeds |
I traveled through the words
my eyes leading the way
I had to pause to reflect
my mouth knew not what to say
I was in no hurry as I sat still.
My backpack was filled
with questions which are answered
...
Posted by Chequaya on Wed, 23 May 2007 09:26:00 PST |
Heart Beats |
Everywhere the sound of heartbeats
echoing from each breathing temple
My voice is still as I listen in silence
to the others in the room
My presence is measured
by time on the wall.
Other lives were l...
Posted by Chequaya on Wed, 23 May 2007 09:14:00 PST |
