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Six-word Saturday…

there is a gentleness in strength…

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“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…

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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…


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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?


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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…

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We’ve been having power outages, sometimes three times a day….we call it load-shedding. There are many reasons for this happening in our part of the world and we have learned to live with it and do other things, but sometimes it is hard.

power outages

light merges
into darkness
becoming silence,
hopefully not despair…
when the power fades
we breathe out
and learn to live without a care…

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Glorious design

“I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.”
― Raquel Cepeda, Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina

bristling grasslands

On bristling grasslands
where worship is heard,
radiant auras
of light
touch the earth.

On my knees
the meaning
of life,
I sensed
the tempo
of her glorious design…


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Coming Back to life

“He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened.”
― Lao Tzu
back to life

Twisted roots
of rejection,
pervaded her life with fear.
Each time
she opened
the chaos,
insanity reappeared.
She broke free from the obstacles
that held her life back.
While gazing out at the cosmos
light appeared
through the cracks.
Damaged particles
were everywhere,
floating on raging seas.
against the current,
she was
blinded by her own decrees.
The swell began to caress her
with eloquent words
of truth.
Breathing in sacred acceptance,
resentment was being defused.
She found her way through the furnace,
of not knowing herself.
Releasing wounds
from darkness
she came back
to life itself.
While inhabiting stillness,
her heart sang
compassionate songs.
She joined the celestial chorus,
one with heavenly throngs.
The stars became her followers
and the moon was her guide.
In a euphoric atmosphere,
her heart burst
open wide!


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The dark side

“In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others.”― Brennan Manning


Dark trails of desolation
ruptured her heart,
multiple fragments,
her world was blown apart.
Crimson stains defiled
her sanguine dreams.
A soul downcast,
overcome by grief.

Tears poured in desolation;
lacerating all reason,
in the agony of life
she lost a sense of meaning.
If she could fly past the sun,
be burnt up in its rays,
succumb to her wounds
and eliminated by the blaze.
Bleeding out only came
with evanescent relief,
a momentary respite
of a soul aggrieved.

When she saw a flicker of light,
on sorrow’s nebulous shore,
she breathed a wish, an expectation,
that hope could be restored.
But the spark only lasted
one faint, single breath.
Then blackness descended
into faith’s ruinous death.

The spoils of victory
had never belonged to her.
Inhaling untold struggle,
pleasure became a blur.
As she searched the gloomy darkness
for a translucent beam,
slow annihilation reduced her,
to a noiseless scream.

She looked for the sun,
but it was eclipsed by affliction,
hidden by constant turmoil,
a loved one’s addiction.
Like a soldier defeated
in an endless war,
blood seeping from her marrow
submerged in the gore.

“Even death would be easier”
the words rang out in her head,
an escape from the madness
and the continuous dread.
“Are there happy endings?”
She asked,
still wanting to believe
that light could vanquish darkness
and empower a reprieve.

When she woke in the morning
she turned her face to the sun
a feeble glimmer of hope
that could never be undone….

“Believe more deeply. Hold your face up to the light, even though for the moment you do not see.”
― Bill Wilson