“A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart,
soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway


punctuation marks
across the skies,
i paused
a moment,
as they inscribed…
far-flung messages,
scrawled notes,
in bold strokes…
wordless scribbles,
and nonsensical signs… catch me daydreaming
when I’m inclined…




“You may say I’m a dreamer
but I’m not the only one.
I hope someday you’ll join us
and the world will be as one.”
― John Lennon


We are symphonies
of the cosmos,
glowing lyrical chords…
connected to the Universe,
breath of God outpoured…

Brought into
with love as
our birthright…
emissaries of light…

Bewitched by
the brutality
of heavy Earthen suits,
have we forgotten
our foundation
was formed
from mystical roots?

Imprinted with divinity
let’s awaken
human race,
to our true natures,
birthed in love and grace…


Butterfly wishes…

“Butterflies are like angels kisses sent from heaven.”
― Malia Kirk

touched by a butterfly

I ponder days
of butterflies,
darting and swooping,
I’m mesmerized…
they frolic between
the greenery,
while I look on

to be touched
by pale
gossamer wings…
to feel their magic
on my skin,
and look into complex eyes
to heed the call of paradise…

enchanted moments
that I can’t contain,
these whimsical creatures restore my faith…



“I am and always will be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
― Matt Smith ~Eleventh Doctor Who


worlds crumbled down,
nothing was made of concrete…
there were fragments
and love was incomplete…

then gatherings of light-beings
searched for their home,
they carved out their memories in immortal stone…

And blood filled a million wounds,
more than was ever seen…
until the day
the stars fell,
wiping each slate clean…

raising the earth’s vibration,
frame by frame,
they reimagined
their origins
to never be the same…

and the time lords came
and reinvented grace,
yielding the light
of a tender-hearted race…


angel sightings

Before I could see
I perceived the sun
and dreamed the rain…
Before I could breathe
I experienced
the flow of cosmic realms…
Before I could hear
I felt deep vibrations
of love…
Before I could touch
I was wrapped in sacred arms…
Before I could feel
I was surrounded
by divine presence…
Before I could read
I understood the configuration of stars…
Before I could walk
I flew with the angels…
Before I could dance
I swam in vast oceans…
Before I could talk
your voice
was the harmony of my being…
Before I could taste
I was blessed
with the ambrosia
of awakening…
And when I came into being
I was gifted with
the unforced rhythms of grace…
Art by Antonia…



I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be,
and so I’m on my way home.”
― Bob Dylan,


tracks that lead nowhere
the sands of time…

I fall into perpetual motion
where destiny is sublime…

in visceral latitudes
only love
I’m just stopping over to sojourn with the saints…