Posted in dreaming our loud


“Someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.”
― David Whyte

sacred fire

Dead trees wave
in remembrance of pain,
burnt out embers
starkly remain…
assuming a descent onto dark earth
brittle branches crack
coveting rebirth…

if resonance still lingers
of ailing limbs
where vitality withers,
and crashing and burning
to ashen gloom,
the kind earth receives grief
into her



Posted in Acceptance, Surrender

Scattered blues…

monday blues

On days like this, in scattered blues
I’m quenched by
cerulean hues,
and breath gasps towards the heavens,
groping for
favorable blessings…

My feet unstable on the ground,
in ripples that splash,
conceding sounds,
that heave
melancholy sighs,
the lingering residue that stains the skies…

My spirit tossed into the waves,
acquiescing to
mercurial shades…



Posted in Love

A spectacle of love

“… to be human
is to become visible
while carrying
what is hidden
as a gift to others…”
― David Whyte

horses 2

He made a spectacle of love,
the unscathed motion
of his words
fell on longing…

And those who sought his gaze
found trajectories of
devotion too astonishing
to pass by…

He was willing to let the world fall at his feet
but not without love,
without love
he was nothing!
an empty
an Earthling with no cause…

His honesty broke the canvas skies
he stood out,
though rejection wounded him
when they turned away

he became unknown…

and he sought answers
in despair
in folly,
finding mankind’s love

for in transitory barriers
of a broken Earth
love is too glib an expression
to pour out freely
to open,
sometimes even to believe…

You know that kind of love that remembers no wrongs
seeks not its own satisfaction,
to some
just a frail portrayal,
susceptible to stagnation…

His wait was not long

In shining vestibules
he grasped the perfection of love,
requiring nothing of him
but to be himself,
no need to clean up his act…

The pull was too strong
for him to resist
and he flew into belonging,
never again to be unwanted
or unloved
by those who
require absolution…

Bathed in the warm light of love his soul sung out and the energy of love transformed him,
spread him out across
the great expanse
like a shining vibrant jewel of color
and in cosmic waves of devotion
he awoke…

He was acceptable in the sight of love and his spirit eased,
for he knew all things,
and being immersed in the calming nature
of unconditional love

he became light……



Posted in Thinking out loud

Bent towards the light…

And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

the words have softened

The words have softened
and mists have dispersed,
I finally believe that I am not cursed!

God’s love stretches further than my reach,
in the wilderness of heartbreak,
despair gets released…

And I’ve spilled brutal pain all over this page,
illegible scribbles,
my grief assuaged…
I can’t say I’ll never fall
into the abyss,
or even that unrelenting hurt won’t persist…

But somehow I know that life will go on,
I’m bent
towards the light
can you hear my song?