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The last sunset of 2020….

As the sun
into darkness
and distant stars
we say goodbye
to madness
and vanquish
all our fears
We pray for
the Time Lords
to gather
and bring back joy
never again
to mention
the horrors
of the void…
Let’s hold
our hearts
in unity
our breath
be still
drinking at the table
where hope
will have its fill…


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Our hearts know!

“Only from the heart can you touch the sky.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

We ride rainbows in the sky,
dream dreams
of days gone by…

Sing songs with meaningful beats,
drink the favor
of eternal peace…

We wish on stars and blue moons,
become drenched
in love’s monsoons,

basking in the fields all day long,
we are the gathering
of heaven’s throng…

We whisper secrets in the darkness,
feel the intensity
of being incarnate…

And when the flavor of life gets bland,
we collapse into
gentle hands…

And let color return to the spaces,
where once
there was
complete stasis…

declaring life to our higher selves,
our hearts know
where divinity dwells…


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My silent vows…

The skies surrender
to the presence
of the moon,
lighting the darkness,
as clouds
softly swoon,

and magic is present
when the sun
is at rest,
stars quietly
at the night’s request…

trees sway
in humble repose,
reminding me
that I’m not alone,

and I ask the moon
to reveal her secrets,
to outline
her mystery
her divine allegiance…

fluent in kindness
she tenderly
me to confide in her
my silent vows…


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We learned how to fly…

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
― Aldous Huxley , Island

I made a vow to go down paths
where magic lights the way,
to stop and smell the flowers,
whether my mood be bright or grey…

to feel the glow of human breath
and touch diaphanous skies,
to walk lightly my darling,
to look into your eyes,
to wonder how you got so lovely
as you quietly grew,
we wished upon the magic
in whatever we’d been through…

and when our wings took shape
we learned how to fly,
we never needed a pardon
not even when we died…

just to float on seas of cosmic jewels
and count the crystal stars,
to bring what really matters
and appreciate who we are…

to forget the baggage that weighed us down,
we left it at the gate,
to speak in the tongues of all humankind
as we contemplate…

the stillness of the mornings,
the air in the afternoons,
the radiance of the setting sun,
and the rising of the moon…

from swamps of waterlilies
we grew out of the mud
and from this suffocation,
we knew we’d had enough…

but lightly my darling let’s fly back to the sun,
be adorned by the angels
and with light become one….


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These are a few of my favorite things…

tiny posies,
dew that clings…

wildflowers that dance
in the early spring…

dappled sunlight that softly winks…

doves that glide
on gilded wings…

morning’s promise
that blessings bring…

twilight moods
that slowly blink…

swirling sands that gently sting,

a chorus at daybreak
when robins sing…

chimes that tinkle,
gongs that ring…

beckoning vistas,
stars that wink…

butterflies that hover,
bees that zing…

friends that move together in sync,
and brilliant stories
that make me think…


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Tiny things…

the holiness of tiny things

She found magic
in aspects green,
tiny things
some had never seen…

in the stillness
of emerald shades,
in the soft rustle
of the everglades…

Hidden away
in the undergrowth,
with gentle beings
she voiced
secret oaths…

to graciously shift,
she beheld
the presence
of sacred gifts…

And Ladybirds
in rhymic tones,
it was a holiness
she’d always known…