Posted in prayer

A World Ablaze

“May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder. ”
― John O’DonohueEternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong

the world ablaze

I’m guided into
of the iridescent sky,
saturated by splendour
my feelings intensified.

Cool and calm
infused in my being,
and zephyrs are blowing through me,
I am the air
that I breathe.

The green of the grass
filters wastelands,
and stones shout in praise,
while oceans roar with significance,
an Earthen
world ablaze!

I am one with
the shimmering firmament,
among the stars.
Sweet messages are heard
in the dark expanse,
of abiding memoirs.

The moon ushers me
into belonging,
moving through open places,
living in
utter gentleness
of a compassionate


Posted in Keeping watch while I'm asleep

Holy Ground

“You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.”
― John O’DonohueAnam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

holy ground

way past the asteroids
in realms where dreams explore,
creativity takes me,
out to holy shores

entwined in the magnificence
of a celestial glow,
in cosmic revelations
i participate in the show

when my timid voice falters
in caliginous space,
radiant light will lead me
back to love’s embrace

the wildness of this reverie
has a magical form,
in beauty and in holiness
way beyond the norm

so even when shadows
threaten to terrify,
darkness grows familiar,
my soul is glorified

Posted in prayer

The lightness of Being

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.”
― John O’Donohue

the lightness of being 2
losing momentum
forgetting the words
touched down in silence
scenes where light concurs

writing a new song
on interior walls
crumbling fixtures
destiny calls

hearts in accord
with darkness and light
echoing chambers
providence recites

crossing the chasm
onto holy grounds
minds unencumbered
by temporal sounds

overflowing with love
and lightness of being
mystical universe
other-worldly seeing


Posted in Where I live.

Perennial Bliss

“When you go to a garden, do you look at thorns or flowers? Spend more time with the roses and jasmine.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

garden 3

in my garden
of tranquility,
vibrant flowers
lure serenity

by its pensive mood,
with joy imbued

soul soaking
in light and harmony,
halcyon pastures
of verdancy

ushered back
to perennial bliss,
peace implanted
with a fragrant kiss


Posted in There's a lesson in everything

Weaving with the wind

I love the image of the field of corn in the autumn. When the wind catches the corn, it does not stand stiff and direct against the force of the wind; were it to do this, the wind would rip it asunder. No. The corn weaves with the wind, it bends low. And when the wind is gone, it weaves back and finds its own poise and balance again.
― John O’DonohueAnam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

cornfields pixabay

the winds have blown me
where they will,
wrecked resolve
and fear instilled

splintered remnants
of callous gales
became fragments of truth

buried deep within
my memories
is a knowing,
a sacred treasury

i am bending to
a flexible mind
rigid beliefs soften,
that were held confined

i’ve swayed and swung from
uncertain heights
quaffed my fill of
unpleasant sights

i’m learning to weave
like fields of corn
care for my soul
with kindness adorn

and when the gales
have come to pass
i will stand poised,
and balanced at last

*photo courtesy Pixabay

Posted in Thinking out loud


“Distracted from distraction by distraction”
― T.S. Eliot


social media
makes me think,
i could look pretty
in the pink

selfie sticks
in covert drawers,
hide away
the vain applause

putting out
searching for
real sensation

hoax slayers
are everywhere,
media snares

the tears i cry,
screened responses,
little white lies

does actuality
mean a thing,
waiting for my device
to ping

covering up
phony lives,
deception thrives

my reality,
in domains
of a wannabee

authenticity is
afraid to speak
on boulevards
where shame reeks

lonely earthlings
in unsung voids,
trying to live
through androids