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Off the grid…

“Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.”
― Mary Oliver

I want to live where
wild-flowers grow,
in a faraway cottage
where the lights are low,
where all I need
is the abundance of sky
dandelions to wish on
and opaque butterflies…

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“All I can be is me- whoever that is. ”
― Bob Dylan

Words are out of tune
right now
they hardly resemble me
at times darkness
crowds in
and days are blurred with color.
I’m saturated
in unknown things
the world seems to pass me by

The summer of love
is happening
and I’ve got my bare-feet on…


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Forest bathing…

This is Friston Forest where the Timelords gather…

Let me go to the forests
where gentle trees weep
and surround me in silence
my secrets to keep

where a chorus of tree frogs
takes away the pain
and sunbeams dance
and love never wanes

where I feel the magic of kindness and grace
where butterflies whisper
and wonder awaits

and all I need is an escape for my dreams
music to dance to
and sweet-tasting streams

where pathways are reimagined
and wildness exists
where I’m swathed in glory
and showered with gifts…

and the soft light of the forest
brings me back to life,
and I’m gently reminded
I am truly divine..

Photo credit Rick Frame

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Winged messenger…

“We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.”
― Carl Gustav Jung

She is a living breathing spectacle
of nature
found in secret places
born of night
she grows weary by day
her crimson apparel never fading with her life
she is a messenger of love
reminding me of rebirth
of new beginnings
of samsara

And hope swells within me

For I have been ripped to the core
spread out like a wasteland
longing for the night
to end my suffering

I am the sleeper dancing between worlds

you send winged messengers to comfort me
to remind me that I am never alone
to bring beauty
to my wilderness of doubt

And she stayed alive long enough
to become the beauty
that we all are
for she flies against the light
leaving a trail of joy
behind her

it’s only in dying that she continues
her hatchlings live on
in hidden places

she is my joy made complete..


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A resonance of grace…

‘When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi

There’s a chant over the waters,
a resonance of grace,
an eloquent knowing
a divine embrace…

The trees are swaying noisily
to the movement of the wind,
fluid elaborations
of light that’s quietly dimmed.

and the rain falls softly
from sunless skies,
spoonbills dance together,
their mood vocalized.

fields rejoice loudly in squelching sounds,
and a festival of color revitalizes the ground!


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Raindrops touched-down…

the morning
in a ray of faint light,
honey-colored feelings
had ended the night…

and feelings burst
with color
in blushing pinks
and greens,
releasing me gently
from mysterious dreams…

rain had fallen
quenching dry earth,
windows were misty
and bird-song
was heard…

I could smell
the fragrance
of soft forest moods,
as raindrops
like luminous jewels…

And gratitude
came pouring,
covering the ground,
in worshipful
of a glorious resound…


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Wild imaginations…

I woke up the other day and I wondered why I am here and what am I here for, I got the answer very quickly…

“What I am really saying is that you don’t need to do anything, because if you see yourself in the correct way, you are all as much extraordinary phenomenon of nature as trees, clouds, the patterns in running water, the flickering of fire, the arrangement of the stars, and the form of a galaxy. You are all just like that, and there is nothing wrong with you at all.” ― Alan Watts

I am the sum of wild imaginations,
broken open
laid bare,
not withered by age
or cynical
for I am as flimsy as air…

I am dew in autumn, the frost on winter grass,
the festivity of new arrivals
love that was made to last…

I am the spray of the ocean
the movement of the waves
the echo of thunder,
figments of the brave…

I am a lengthy version
of sadness
and of grief,
sometimes a live-streamed memorial
an ever-shifting belief…

I am the wildness of the forest; the call of tree frogs,
the glow of fire flies in summer,
a dance in the temple of gods…

There’s nothing profound about me, I am an allegory of words,
no legendary savior,
just an ordinary girl…

no fanfare or procession
no valiant calling,
for I am as simple as rain drops,
in streams of grace

I am the reminder of gratitude
holding me to account,
the discovery of magic
in mysteries I have espoused…

I hold memories of my ancestors still alive in my genes,
Time lord encounters,
stop-overs in my dreams…

I reach for the joy of the moment
the resonance of the earth,
the calling of forgiveness
and the re-discovery of mirth…