“Whenever tragic loss occurs, you either resist or you yield. Some people become bitter or deeply resentful; others become compassionate, wise, and loving. Yielding means inner acceptance of what is. You are open to life.”― Eckhart TolleA New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

a beach

Sometimes bitterness creeps,
like an inky black stain,
and clots of despair,
choke the joy that remains.
I cast out the poison, of insidious thought,
dwelling on the past,
my future is distraught!

At times
I feel like falling
on the hard ground of doubt,
and letting the malignancy
haemorrhage out.
I babble the words…“life isn’t fair”
and enter darkness
where bitterness flairs.

I need deliverance
to keep
discontent at bay,
when life is chaotic,
and happiness

I return to the moment,
in stillness,
I believe.
Trusting Divine providence,
bitterness is appeased.

Teach me…oh Lord
to yield to your ways,
light my path
and transform me….I pray.


Only the brokenhearted

Pilgrims of affliction, on thoroughfares of despair.
Who will bind their injuries, and uphold their prayers?

When their dreams
have departed,
who will comfort them?
Only the brokenhearted…

Travelers in a broken world, renderings come to mind
speaking out in love songs, has mercy’s ear inclined?

When their dreams
have departed,
who alone will comfort them?
Only the brokenhearted….

Wayfarers of surrender, longing to find a home
suffering in silence, their ordeals are unknown!

There’s a place where we can go,
where we will not be parted.
Who will enter there?
Only the brokenhearted….

Palmers of the desolate, consoling their grief,
making this world a better place
living out their beliefs…..


Blessed are the peacemakers

“The planet does not need more successful people. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.
-Dalai Lama”

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Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth,
in halls
of forbearance,
their voice will be heard!

Above the din of the warmonger,
eating the bile of death,
of repugnant wealth!

When innocent blood is spilled,
on forsaken lands,
is this the sacrifice,
that iniquity

Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they are called
children of the Lord,
arbitrators of the voiceless,
in a whole Earth restored!


Mystical Wetlands

“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair”
― Kahlil GibranThe Prophet


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when breath eases and movement becomes quite still,
there’s solace near the inlets
and surrounding hills.

if the quagmire of sorrow has kept you away,
allow mystical wetlands
to put on a grand parade!

in glossy estuaries,
you’ll see through kinder lenses
and the call of the spoonbills, will bring you back to your senses!

and when your heart becomes stricken,
let simple pleasures beckon
and allow grateful everglades to masquerade as heaven!


Walking to the tempo..

“If Light Is In Your Heart
You Will Find Your Way Home.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

a happy face

Lord, please let the sun shine,
on my downcast form.
Send your rains to quench me,
in Your midst I’ll mourn.

I will treasure this Earth song,
its bounty I embrace.
The ravines and embankments
will know my happy face!

I will walk to the tempo,
of a soul glorified,
and enter this Temple,
an existence satisfied!

I won’t forget the sunrise,
or live in isolation,
I’ll let beauty distract me,
be thankful for creation!

When sorrow is too heavy,
for this heart of mine,
I’ll place my burdens before You,
in Your light I’ll shine