Wordless Wednesday

spiral garden


Shooting star

“You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.”
― Nikita Gill

shooting star 2
she was born inside the cosmic sea
with angelic host for company
and light beams played in the air
abundance flowed everywhere

in luminous temples where she knelt,
her affinity with miracles dwelt
love songs whispered on the breeze
in dulcet tones of imagery

the time came to leave this shrine
joy and sorrow were entwined
to fall to earth where mortals play
her inferno was a bright array

so when you see a shooting star
just make a wish where you are
and remember, each being is known to fall
that heavenly fragments may be recalled

*photo courtesy of Pixabay


Paradigm Shift

“Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.”
― Wayne W. Dyer

paradigm shift

Pink crystals
of sunlight,
purple beams in the sky.
Moments of euphoric
feeling so high!
of wonder,
silver pathways to tread
ethereal visions,
reciting the unread!
Exposed in limbo,
dimensions of time.
Free falling
from static,
shifting the paradigm!
In an instant of
an illusory self.
Reinventing the blueprint,
to transmute
the cells.
from previous notions,
of being called out.
in aspects devout.
Within glowing embers
of specious dreams,
a life force
beyond the smoke screens.
A blazing re-entry ,
being scorched
to the core.
Found in the sanctuary,
where order
is restored!


Wider Spaces

In all beginnings dwells a magic force
for guarding us and helping us live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
and let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
but lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
-Herman Hesse, from Master Ludi

wider spaces

I stared out
at the Cosmos,
and felt my spirit move.
Waiting in the wings too long,
what was I trying to prove?
“I am enough”
a small voice said
echoed in tones of grace.
Guided by light and love,
I entered
Holy gates.
The canopy of stars above
were diamonds
in the sky.
“Can memories of childhood change
in the twinkling
of an eye?”

Little ones
were kneeling,
on the banks of time.
Gathered in ageless huddles,
with no reason or rhyme.

I was taken to the outer reaches,
where imprisoned souls dwell
Swept by toxic fumes,
self condemnation
had me in its spell.
Then I saw,
that I was made for good,
in the depths of the earth.
Known long before its foundation,
beyond my earthen birth.
As I plunged into the abyss,
scales fell from my eyes,
and the husk disintegrated,
throughout my disguise.
A death of attachments,
that were chained
to my heart.
In tearful surrender,
I knew that
I’d been set apart.
In light and love,
I transcended
with grace guiding the way.
A journey to the center,
where images are as clear as day..


Winks of renewal

“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.”
― Marty Rubin

anthems of awakening 2
Winks of renewal stir the air,
little robins flit everywhere.
Hadedas call their mates,
and frivolous birds congregate.
Dormant buds are peeping through,
under skies of azure blue.
Renewed promises come to life,
in morning glory’s twinkling eyes.
As if awaking from a deep sleep,
winter’s vows become oblique.
Long bitter nights are vanishing fast,
as songs of awakening
come to pass.


a song for Seventeen

“I learned the truth at seventeen
that love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
who married young and then retired”
-Janis Ian

at seventeen 2

in the beginning,
she didn’t belong.
“at seventeen” was her favorite song.
she dreamed of love almost every day,
the “make believe”
of her childish ways.
a gypsy girl with no ambition,
to prove her worth,
was something missing?
unkind words that were said,
became accusations
in her head.

she ran from them to find a life,
the search for love was her decline.

“Say come now
be free
live life
without apology.
was it just
an awful dream
coz nothing’s ever
what it seems,
at seventeen.”

years passed,
feelings of loss.
truth uncovered,
nothing glossed.
she tried to find the words to say,
inadequacy never went away.
she wondered if she’d ever belonged,
rejection’s field,
had she been wronged?
those skeletons that never died,
decay consumed her
from inside.
shame that rose on family occasions,
and mocked her worth
at its foundation.
a brood uncomfortable
with words
suppressed feelings
that were never heard.

“say come now
be free
live a life
of curiosity.
she lost the love
she sought to gain
there are some who
know the pain,
at seventeen.”

she found a way back to the light,
exposed the darkness,
an outcast’s plight!
she surrendered to what life had given,
uncovered wounds
in true submission.
she celebrated love of nature,
and recognized
her academic failure.
but deep beneath her gasping breath,
she accepted her inner strength.

“say come now
be free
live a life of
was it really
just a game
a mirage beneath
all the shame,
at seventeen.”

forgive she must,
she knows so well,
a chance to break the vile spell.
she understands they never
meant to hurt,
or wound her life,
or reject her worth.
they were merely ships without a sail,
dysfunctional winds of life

now her worth is bound in truth,
confessions of a joyless youth.
she cast her bread upon the water,
wounded warrior,
beloved daughter.

and when she ascended from the dead,
the crimson rivers
of which she had bled,
made pathways through rugged terrain
of unconditional love
which she embraced.
her purpose was immersed in love,
heavenly showers from above.

“say come now
be free
live a life of
those valentines
she never knew
grew her wings
until she


Conscious bravery

“Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage.”
― Brené BrownDaring Greatly:

consious bravery
Residing in timeless
unknowable being.
Caught by imminent extinction,
fabricated seeing.
Subdued reality,
beyond the asteroids.
Embracing absurdities,
lucidity destroyed.

Concealed by darkness,
a vulnerable life.
Wastelands of trepidation,
Illuminating badlands,
into conscious bravery.
Shame is banished,
while movement
freedom’s reveries.