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Someone asked me what is the point of poetry and from her emptiness, I spoke…

That wealth may not be amassed by mere words,
but only the riches of gentle thought,
that our own tears may flow together
with the rest of humanity.

That our small light may bring light
to someone else’s darkness.
That our depth of understanding
may lift someone out of their own inner chaos
and reacquaint them with joy.

So that wounded mortals will rise
on tides of loveliness
like flowers blossoming in the darkness
because we have helped them belong
to the beauty of everything with words.

It is sunshine and even rain that
enables us to flourish.

No, our words have not brought us great wealth
like dollars or rubles.
We have not chased after such things,
rather we have found the lonely
and the afflicted
in far corners of the earth
and we have fed their souls
with loving kindness
and the magic of words.

Words fly to them on wings of faith,
like prayers,
unfettered by ambition or greed.

Words have the power to bring us back to life
and reconnect us to the divine,
and to reawaken our higher selves.

No, my friend poetry has not brought money
into the coffers,
but rather it has brought contentment,
a true wealth of faith made whole.

It has brought us friends who love
just because love is their way.

It has brought watercolor pictures into the minds-eye.
The riches of poetry are plain to see,
they encircle the globe.

You read books but not poetry,
have you become wiser
and more compassionate from these?

Search your heart for the meaning of life,
Search the archives of great poets
such as Rumi and Rainer Maria Rilke
and you will find joy and sorrow entwined.

You will find prophecy and wisdom
beyond what time ever imagined.
You will see through the eyes of great suffering and joy
and you will meld with the light of every being.

You will become a blend of heaven and earth.
Poetry is a message beyond the veil,
a channel of something more beautiful
than can be bought with money.

If you can’t find meaning in poetry that’s okay,
your time has not yet come,
for you are not ready to behold the loveliness
that resides deep inside you and enfolds you everyday.

Everything in this world will pass away
but love will remain
and the articulate ones, the sages,
the ones fluent in mystical things
will recite the most beautiful stories
your heart cannot imagine.

Go with them into the glory of what is, and is to come…
All you need is a spark to rekindle
that which you were born to recognize with your heart…

I wrote this a year ago and it still feels relevant!


Posted in Beauty

At still of twilight…

At still of twilight
when daylight fades
and night birds
gentle infusions
kiss the skies,
a blaze of crimson
by the deep colors
embed in my being,
of glory
and of visions unseen.
Along the road
where repose awaits,
I brim with
a joy
that easily translates
into moods of quietude
moments of time,
gatherings of beauty
glimpses divine… 


Posted in Beauty

Touch down

“Don’t you know yet? It is your light that lights the World.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

We touch-down
on light
we dance on holy grounds,
for the sake
of true confession
grace abounds…
And light and dark
are complimentary
calling us to faith,
bringing us into favor
with a glorious embrace,
where joy is celebrated
and fear is unseen,
in a movement of particles
we are unified in peace… 


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Country roads

Country roads
are a cure for the blues,
lilies of the valley
and summertime hues,
roadside attractions
lead me astray
with heart connections
among the vlei…

I knelt down
by the side of the road,
and I felt the landscape
take my load…
embedded in joy
enrobed in light,
arum lilies
are my delight!


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Radiant show…

“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,
we must carry it with us, or we find it not.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Emerson’s Essays

you sent me joy,
you gave me flowers,
I sat and glowed
for hours
and hours…

displays in crimson,
and verdant green,
you made a garland
I was like a fairy queen…

in marshy hideouts,
you confessed
abiding love,
bathed in sunlight
showered from above…
and on bright verges
where blossoms lovingly grow,
you charmed me easily
with a radiant show…

light touched me softly
in quiet and gentle shades
I sensed
and a blushing serenade…

as I entered the holiest
of holy grounds,
in grace and beauty
I was mercifully found…