Posted in Beauty

The light of Autumn…

“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life

In fields of love, I found my groove
when looking
and liking

In yellows, browns, and luscious greens,
I lingered mindfully
in moods serene,

and daisies danced in the wind,
the light of autumn
touched my skin…

worshipful presence was all around,
when my feet
kissed the ground…


Posted in Me in real life


Sometimes I feel unseen,
not like the sky,
more like the breeze…

Though some may pass me by,
and I know I’m kinda shy,
but the trees have memorized
my name,
when they stand in homage
I am unashamed…

And I feel like a beauty queen,
among the flowers
and the evergreens…

I’m an artist of lighter moods,
an introvert
with attitude…

In the company of foliage
I’m known,
fluent in color
I am overgrown…


Posted in paradox

Calling on grace…

“Together, we form a necessary paradox; not a senseless contradiction.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

Can we be magic yet have no sound
no faith that makes
our souls abound?

Can we be light yet have no breath,
no form to hold us
unto death?

Can we be love yet filled with fear,
be strangers,
be insincere?

Can we be joy yet infused with grief
born of truth
and mystical belief?

Can we be forgiveness yet choked with hate,
sacred vessels
or dead weights?

We are fully human and entirely divine,
afflicted by darkness
yet willing to shine.

Surrendered to this mortal coil
calling on grace
above the noise…

I know a person who takes such magical photographs,
yet he seems to be withdrawn and unable to show love.
It made me think that his photos are his way out of the darkness
and into becoming love, with no words necessary…


Posted in Joy


“silence is the language of god,
all else is poor translation.”
― Rumi

I’m drawn into-light
the intensity of blues,
letting joy wash
over me
and catch me in its view…
allowing gentleness
to find me
fully awake
in the serene stillness
of a perfect escape…

No longer present to the harshness
of grief,
just a little soul searching
to reinvent belief.

This is a reworked piece I wrote 2 years ago…
I’m still in the process of reinventing.


Posted in Me in real life

Joyfully made

“You are not too old
and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out
its own secret.”
― Rilke

I was a blank canvas
of love and fear
and God painted me tenderly
with his own tears

the moon rose in my sorrow
and I heard a great applause
and in a holy moment, I knew I was adored

by the colors of sunset
by the forests and the lakes
for they proclaimed me worthy
and joyfully made…


Posted in Me in real life

Can you imagine?

Can you imagine what it’s like
for your child to die,
to become as exquisite as the bluest skies?

To learn to sing again in-tune,
to be present at the new moon,
to watch the tides when they come to shore,
and be at peace forevermore?

Can you imagine what is to fly,
to be able to see
without eyes,
to shed tears no more,
and join heaven’s encore?

Can you imagine what it is to transcend,
to become the joy
that never ends,
to let love be your eternal guide,
and exist where awakened ones reside…

I’ve felt the rush of eternity,
in realms of grace
that set me free…

I have seen him in rainbow skies,
in higher octaves
of paradise!

I began to write sad words and then they became beautiful..


Posted in Me in real life

Crazy mixed-up kid…

I grew up in a very boring intellectual family 🤫
and never really fitted in.
I even wondered if I was adopted at one point,
but I just look too much like them.
I force them sometimes to wear pink wigs and afros.
(Yes I still have a dressing up box at this age)
We all laugh until we cry, in spite of their hesitation.
It’s my role in the family to be the crazy mixed-up kid,
and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.