Posted in Beauty

Flamboyant performance

“Flowers are the smiles of earth inviting you to enjoy the beauty of love.”
― Debasish Mridha

crimson spectacle

flamboyant performance,
I sigh,
scarlet blossoms
incapable of being shy,
as I bask in their glow.
Flaming exhibitionists
have stolen
the show!


Posted in Breathing under water

Phosphorescent streams…

“If you stumble make it part of the dance.” author unknown


It’s my son’s birthday tomorrow and I have a feeling of deep sadness but I know he would want me to celebrate…

Caught in the spiral of a downward spin,
I moved into dance
with a flush on my skin!

I could hear chimes from celestial realms,
where Angels rejoice
and your loveliness dwells!

I swallowed the dew of earth’s remedies,
sipped potions of grace
and kind memories.

and from the quagmire
of fragmented dreams
I bathed in the glow of phosphorescent streams…


Posted in daydreaming

Finding peace…

“In the Lakota/Sioux tradition, a person who is grieving is considered most wakan, most holy. There’s a sense that when someone is struck by the sudden lightning of loss, he or she stands on the threshold of the spirit world. The prayers of those who grieve are considered especially strong, and it is proper to ask them for their help.
You might recall what it’s like to be with someone who has grieved deeply. The person has no layer of protection, nothing left to defend. The mystery is looking out through that person’s eyes. For the time being, he or she has accepted the reality of loss and has stopped clinging to the past, or grasping at the future. In the groundless openness of sorrow, there is a wholeness of presence and a deep natural wisdom.”
― Tara Brach, True Refuge: Finding Peace and Freedom in Your Own Awakened Heart


On holy grounds of mourning, miracles exist,
belief in a knowing that faith will persist.

Watching for signs in the supernatural flow,
hope inclines with sacred gifts bestowed!

The awakened heart envisions light getting in,
mysterious breath of life, even closer than my skin…

Posted in Keeping watch while I'm asleep

Sleep walking…

sleep walking

Insensate disturbance
down the rabbit hole
formless abstractions
out of control

In corridors of oblivion
dolorous                  shadows walked
insomniac outlines
where apparitions     gawked

Unreal       deductions                      of a befuddled mind
garbled visitation
reality undefined…………………

A shrill starling woke me
in the soft morning light
breaking the spell
of a fragmented night!


Posted in a remembrance

The Rememberers…

In the groundless openness of sorrow, there is a wholeness of presence and a deep natural wisdom.
― Tara Brach, True Refuge: Finding Peace and Freedom in Your Own Awakened Heart

the rememberers

we are the rememberers
recalling your walk on earth
honoring your journey
documenting your birth
speaking to you in whispers 
across the veil
with a deep knowing
learning to inhale…
the wonders of forever
and the afterlife
a profusion of colors
and coherence with our guides
we are the rememberers
we never forget
making peace with what is
relinquishing regret
knowing your soul is shining
shining like the sun
in translucent atmosphere
coalescing with the One!


Posted in Love

Silent Sunday

“Love is the vital core of the soul,
and of all you see, only love is infinite”
― Rumi

love celebration

The chemistry
of love
has no tangible aura,
yet ensconced in me
I become elated
by the abundance
and overflow
of love’s existence
in boundless celebration
deep within
my heart…

image courtesy of Pixabay


Posted in Breathing under water


“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.”
― Lao Tzu


when you relinquish control…
your substance
becomes liquid
into free-flowing,
merciful ether…
absorbed by something greater than your little self…

and vapor is released
into oneness
with subtle
and tranquil
of becoming
and the constancy of just being…

you dissolve into your own luminescence…