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La luna

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart.
live in the question.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

It’s been dark and I can’t see my way out
I’ve lost too much
that I can’t get back

And I’m wallowing just for a time, until the pain passes.
if you ask me if my eyes are dry
they are not
I woke up that way!

And sometimes
just sometimes
I need to kneel deeply in the mire of grief

And let sorrow slosh around me
until even the tips of my fingers feel pain

But I promise you
I’ll grow back with the sunset
I’ll be touched again by the trees,
and I’ll keep reminding myself
that there is a brighter tomorrow…

Because the moon in all her situations
found me
at 3am!


Posted in life


“Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

They hung their heads
in surrender
in a world full of doubt,
never believing
that there
could be
an end to the drought!
they bowed down,
before a silent earth,
hoping for rebirth…
tears poured on soft grounds
they sang
salvation’s song,
and in the midst
of suffering,
they remembered that they
were strong!


Some days it feels as though there is no light at the end of the tunnel
and I bow in surrender, more than in worship.
I’m feeling faithless in a world that seems to be loosing hope!

Posted in dreaming out loud, life

What dreams may come…

“Perhaps the way of things always existed in a greater way,
so it’s not about discovering something new about God
it’s about returning to what was already known.”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

One day I’ll tell you my dreams
of when the Time Lords gathered,
when love was in our eyes
and faith really mattered…

When I could see clearly
into the depths
of water-coloured seas,
and life was not fearful
and humans where
completely free!

Sometimes I go back to the habitation
of my dreams,
to endless sunsets,
where joy intervenes…

Maybe I’ll return some day
and you’ll be reimagined,
and grace will be abundant,
no more will I be saddened.

and all my tears
will become
as crystalline dew,
love will be immeasurable,
my faith in life renewed.

To walk forever
with only beautiful thoughts,
and be sheltered in eternity,
with only love as my source…

But for now I’ll listen
to the quiet voice within,
surrender to this presence
closer than my skin…


Posted in life

Taught by nature!

“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

I was taught by nature
to silently be,
guided by light
to inwardly see,
and I learned
earth’s fluency
from mystical treasures,
born in the depths
of love unmeasured…

In the mire
of suffering
I found my voice,
in death’s dark place
I discovered joy,
and I learned surrender
from a shattered heart,
the nuances of existence
in works of art…

Never was I one
for worldly fame,
never was I made
to be easily tamed…

for the moon
is my songstress,
the wind my chime,
the trees my mantra
my rhythm divine..

imperfection flows
through the seams
of my skin,
Yet I have found
great resilience
abides within…

For I have coalesced with
the all-seeing mind,
In one accord with humankind…


Posted in life


“I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.”
― Brené Brown

We are all story-tellers
accomplishing our truth,
regaling memories
sweet parts of our youth..

And scattered
in stardust
our hopes are laid bare,
written in scripts of life,
spoken in silent prayers…

Some stories are melancholy,
wearing heart-break
on our sleeves,
inviting entrance
into sacred places
of grief…

many are songs
that bring a sparkle
to the eyes,
reminding us
of blessings
we gladly eulogize..

and when we utter
exiled to the catacombs,
we release the misery
gathered in our bones…

courageous hearts
are chronicles of
abiding faith,
outspoken heroes,
and in their light, we bathe..

So let joy linger
in our hearts
and in our breath,
so that we can become fearless
even unto death…


Posted in life


“When desolation surrounded you,
blessed be those who looked for you
and found you, their kind hands
urgent to open a blue window
in the gray wall formed around you.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

she came to the end of herself
the very, very end,
where words failed her
and she unknowingly fell,
into a deep hollowness,
a colorless place
an emptiness of being
she could not escape…
and she wallowed in the greyness
of melancholy wear,
overwhelmed by disharmony
She had allowed the chaos
to discolor her life,
dulled into believing
only with her eyes…

now color is returning
and presence is found,
she’s kneeling again, on imperishable grounds…

Posted in life

Blessed are the meek…

“Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.”
― L.R. Knost

I buried my dreams
deep in the sands
before the Time Lords came…
they took me
by the hand
and led me away
far from the chaos
of the world’s decay…

and enlightment knocked
on the ocean floor,
moving the tides
right up to my door…
I coalesced
with their sacred ways,
to the music of a grateful day…

As truth painted
the azure skies,
as beloved conduits of the divine…

Far from crowds of mad intent,
I knelt on the sands
in holy ascent…

We are the meek who inherit the earth
holders of light we quietly observe…


Posted in life

Where are you from?

“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.”
― R. Buckminster Fuller

I’m from the crash site of a fallen star,
from the dust of earthen scars…

I’m from a city near the mountains of the moon,
blood stained lands,
dry monsoons,
from mosquito habitats and drenching rains
from wild vistas
and dusty plains…

I’m from the memory of invisibility,
wide-eyed wonder,
I’m from shyness, born out of shame,
freckled faced
hair of flame…

I’m from the dance
of faded dreams,
from the bravery of life’s extremes,
I’m from the sorrow that lies in the bones
from lost tribes
searching for home….

I’m from the resonance of singing chimes,
called beloved
by the lords of time…

I’m the flower-child of fragrant beds,
barefoot meadows
and mystical threads….

I’m from visions beyond the known,
encircled in light,
never alone…
I’m from the love of Jah’s breath,
not believing the sting of death…

I’m from the kindness of human touch,
from broken hearts
where love is enough…

I’m from the loneliness
of feeling out of place,
from constellations built on grace…

I’m from rivers of copious tears,
kept in jars for a zillion years,
from gatherings of bereaved souls,
trying to be whole…

I’m from the song of birds at dawn,
at first light
I am reborn…
I’m from the homage of tall trees
and the worship of honey bees…

I’m from the celebration of all that is,
the ambience of the Creator’s kiss…

I’m from nowhere and everywhere,
perhaps I came here unprepared?


Posted in courage, Gratitude, life, Love, Mindfulness, Surrender, Thinking out loud

Recipe for removal of bitterness…

I was going to participate in the poetry month for April but I realize it takes up so much of my time, so I’m going to do it intermittently… 🙂
This is my recipe for April the first! (one day late)

recipe for bitterness

Mix in sweet gratitude and let it seep…
Take dollops
of surrender
And pour in deep…
Let presence enfold you
immersing the pain,
on a low heat of forgiveness
whisk in the remains…
of grace and mercy,
with heapfuls of love,
blended with compassion,
and using kit gloves,
sharpness will boil away, as you ladel out blessings
count them very slowly,
it may be messy…
it may take courage to let it dissolve,
bake on high and
you will evolve…

bitterness is removed
with loads of patience
serve with love
and dedication…