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Meet me there…

“Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”― Rumi

Meet me at a place of love,
a reunion,
where hearts need no words to speak
and grace is measureless…

meet me where symphonies
revive us
from our dark obsessions.
where flower beds are gentle
and lands grow fertile with joy…

meet me where dance is everlasting
and our anthems are heard among the constellations
and time is just the word we use to capture
the images we can’t forget…

let us become the now moment of this celebration
and even when emotions are strained
and merged with pain
and terrible longing
meet me there
even in the desolate landscapes of sorrow
and I will bring my offerings as human as I am
deeply flawed
yet illuminated by the radiance of star-dust…

these Long stories that require presence,
these unfinished confessions
call for a meeting place
where we put the world on hold
and remember who we were
before the foundation of the earth!

Where the shores of tomorrow are unafraid and we only see through a butterfly’s eyes…


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“Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.”
― Mary Oliver

It’s one of those heavy days that has no imagination or flow,
I have to seek it out among trees and flowers.
The birds call me out from weighty agendas and beckon me back to silence.
The air is thick with wonder and Jupiter has made me many promises.
I sit among the colors, waiting for gatherers to rest on the alluring foliage,
and have their fill. Offerings of succulent nectar are everywhere.
Staring up through tiny windows I see the light of heaven
and I breathe in the composure of my surroundings…
I exhale the wretchedness of fear that desires to lay waste to earth!
Weariness seems to subside just a little in my garden of dreams…


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Fairy tales…

girls in forest

I long to return to the forest,
to fairy haunts,
and let restful woodlands capture my thoughts…

come with me,
let’s sit awhile,
we’ll get in touch with our
“inner child”….

as we carve our names in the umber bark,
and forage for mushrooms in the dark…
the chorus of frogs will whir in our ears
until the disquiet disappears…

won’t it be fun
watching beams of sun,
as they dance before our eyes
we will be mesmerized?…

by the sights and sounds
of gentle trees,
swaying unhurriedly in the breeze…

In the stillness of our souls
we will become whole,
and the voice of prevailing winds,
will leave goosebumps on our skins…

So that when we return home,
we’ll sink in the knowledge that we’re not alone….


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A very dear friend of mine drew this sketch for me because he and his wife were inspired by my poetry…
Art by Anthony Ford…

reflections from anthony ford

I’m just Alice in wonderland
trying to find her way,
out of the mayhem
and disarray,
out the sadness
that infects our sight,
that steals our gladness,
and dims our light…
Finding magic
everywhere I go,
catching the wonderment
of nature’s show…
Kneeling in fields,
getting up close,
taking deep breaths
and making the most,
of every expression
that God provides,
immersed in the holiness
where He resides…
With feelings of love
being more than enough,
and an abundance of grace
when times get tough…


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In whispering fields…


In whispering fields
where wishes grow,
I dreamed
a dream
in the afterglow…
And laid me down
in dandelion beds,
where prayers
with gossamer threads…
said out loud,
far from
the maddening crowd…
I let my dreams
ascend to heaven,
and fall to earth
in untold blessings…


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The Summer of love…

To Rick…

seagulls in eastbourne

The summer of love
is beckoning me
from over the seas,
winter winds are blowing,
assembling a big freeze…

I want to go to the forests
where time lords gather,
crunch over pebble beaches,
and watch seagulls scatter…

Meet me on the promenade,
so we can catch the amber light,
stay awake with me,
let’s put the world to right…

We’ll drink
a little chardonnay,
and watch the greenery grow,
eat victoria sandwich cake
and talk about van Gogh…

We could put on the bee-jees, and sing way out of tune,
hang-out over the rainbow,
and mingle with the blues…

If I was a Jonathan seagull,
I’d fly right now to you,
I’d even request a stop-over
in Timbuktu…