i let the light in

i let the light in
i let it dance
i let it touch my skin…
as it sparkles
it illuminates my life
reminding me
that i too am divine…

dressed in glory

dressed in glory
her verse
touched the skies,
and all around her
was a chorus
of sighs…
In the bleakest
moments
when sorrow
exhales,
I stand in the shadows
and quaff her details,
of hallowed
presence
where love overflows,
her song speaks of joy
and I’m moved
by her prose…

This tree still delights me every time I go past it…

Jade…

Jade hues
tinged in white,
her life waned by daylight…
A night creature
dressed to the nines,
showing off
a gracious decline…

Stick insect…

I found this little guy all dressed in green
he was really hoping that he hadn’t been seen…

Star encrusted light…

Sometimes I lose my words
in the strangeness of living
I can’t pick them up
or hold them,
or breathe them back to life..
So I look up at the skies
and gaze at flowers
and I remember
where I came from
and I begin to feel
star encrusted light
return to my inner being.

A parade of planets…

“The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff.
We are a way for the universe to know itself.”
― Carl Sagan

Be changed by beauty
in reflected light,
as celestial bodies
move
and still the night…

let their movement
wash over you
and stars will gather
out of the blues…

In true alignment
they watch the tides
ushering hope
to all mankind…

along with
the moon,
we too believe,
that a wealth of glory
is being revealed…
in quiet resilience
of human souls,
these love-lines matter
we’re becoming whole…

let’s re-awaken
without the dread,
with songs of redemption
playing in our heads…

born of love
we can never die
for this grace can’t be quantified…

On the 12th of December the crescent moon, five planets, and two asteroids aligned in the night sky. They put on a memorable show...

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Beauty remains…

“I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

Side-walk sensations
spring from the cracks,
beauty remains
and whimsically attracts…

Some of us don’t notice
and walk on by,
some of us
kneel on the ground
to surely testify…
that the search
for beauty
can change
colorless moods,
and return us
to the joy
of carefree attitudes… 

Bearers of love

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.”
― Helen Keller

I found this beautiful butterfly who had already ascended her form…

They come as our teachers
to show us the way
to lead us out of darkness
they were never meant to stay…

maybe it’s a tree frog or a butterfly
they keep watch over us
they see us when we cry.

we bow to their beauty
they edify our being
their lesson is silence
and imagining the unseen…

They show up at night when we can’t go to sleep,
sending out messages
when dark thoughts creep,
and when we are lonely
and a little afraid,
we kneel in the stillness
as the light slowly fades…

they came as our teachers
we never forget
miraculous healers
to change our mindset…

They speak to us gently as they ascend their form,
they are merciful visitors,
a light in our storm…

Messengers of love
bearers of grace
even in death
they leave
a mystical trace…

they lead us back to gratitude
with holy trails,
they preach faith and kindness
in every detail..

I have learned lessons from many creatures and earthlings,
some who have only stayed for a while.
My son who is no longer here on earth is still teaching me
and sending me messengers of love and light!

Village garden…

“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.
It will not lead you astray.”― Rumi

On walkways
near-by
gardens green,
I felt the tenor
of being serene.

I stepped
into magical worlds,
where mortals whistle
like happy birds…
Lifted from
my own dead weight,
I left my baggage at the gate!

I was swept into the land of dreams,
where butterflies play
and wild-flowers beam!

Sky gazing…

I gaze up at the sky as if I had wings
I hear night birds call
and tree frogs sing…

I’m embraced by beauty, surrounded by grace
even in sadness
I am perfectly placed…
words are inadequate
to speak my mind
I’ve been here before when my love was blind…

Now I reach for the stars
I’ve fallen for the moon,
and in twilight’s radiance
I silently commune!

Come with me to where words are few,
gather your joy
let’s relish the view,
forget your sorrows, forget your woes
let’s listen to the stars
as they put on a show!