A World Ablaze

“May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder. ”
― John O’DonohueEternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong

the world ablaze

I’m guided into
of the iridescent sky,
saturated by splendour
my feelings intensified.

Cool and calm
infused in my being,
and zephyrs are blowing through me,
I am the air
that I breathe.

The green of the grass
filters wastelands,
and stones shout in praise,
while oceans roar with significance,
an Earthen
world ablaze!

I am one with
the shimmering firmament,
among the stars.
Sweet messages are heard
in the dark expanse,
of abiding memoirs.

The moon ushers me
into belonging,
moving through open places,
living in
utter gentleness
of a compassionate


The lightness of Being

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.”
― John O’Donohue

the lightness of being 2
losing momentum
forgetting the words
touched down in silence
scenes where light concurs

writing a new song
on interior walls
crumbling fixtures
destiny calls

hearts in accord
with darkness and light
echoing chambers
providence recites

crossing the chasm
onto holy grounds
minds unencumbered
by temporal sounds

overflowing with love
and lightness of being
mystical universe
other-worldly seeing


“When we resist change, it’s called suffering. But when we can completely let go and not struggle against it, when we can embrace the groundlessness of our situation and relax into it’s dynamic quality, that’s called enlightenment”
― Pema Chödrön,


i left the earth
to see the sun
and moon
from a different view

i was groundless
and defeated
and my apprehension

the stars were out
my breath was mute
and time
became inert

i sanctioned
bitter wounds to heal,
that words
would cease to hurt

i blurted out
the damage
that had been
done to my soul

the catharsis
of immersed pain,
flung out
of control

in the
i’d created,
i understood my part

and in this timeless Universe, i cranked open my heart

it was a moment
when fear disrobed
and was exposed
to the light

of awareness
and i knew
i’d be alright



“Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi


in the slipstream
of belonging
i was attracted to truth,
i let forces take me
from the seclusion
of my youth

in this blissful
like birds on a wing,
an all embracing presence
that made my
heart sing

i was assisted in knowing
my place
in the crowd,
formations of a body
where everyone’s

a natural magnetism
of souls lifted high,
no need
for explanation
just grace

slipstreams can be found
in welcoming
no credentials required
to partake
in what’s good


The underworld

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.”
― David Whyte

the underworld.jpg
I descended into the underworld,
where faith did not belong.
Death is never memorable;
they had not written my song.
Yet this abyss closed in on me,
and took me to its lair.
I felt suffocation creep,
there were no directions there.
Just an absence of sound and light,
and coldness all around.
My nakedness was plain to feel,
I thought I’d never be found.
Yet in the darkened resemblance,
of my disfigured soul,
I felt a calmness gathering
something beyond control.
I laid my complaints down,
on the floors of hell,
and felt the pennies dropping,
in some wishing well.
I remembered all the emotions
of another world;
I knew I had to stay a while,
till holiness was observed.
I’d torn off all my garments
and thrown them in a heap;
I begged for a change in circumstance,
and felt my body weep.
In this place I sojourned a while
and collected hollow bones,
to keep as tokens of deliverance
for my journey home….


Consider the lilies

“Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”
Luke 12:27


I awaken and wonder
what each day will bring,
I see delighted lilies,
neither toil nor spin.
I smell lavender
along the way,
touch delicate dew
on mellow days.
I watch the birds never
gather or hoard,
see butterflies dance
of their own accord.
I hear winds
softly whisper to me,
I’ve made a pact
with forbearing trees,
that if I awake again
I’ll gaze on them and
forget my sorrow.
I cannot say if my ship
will come in
I’ll wade to the breakers
and relish the swim.
I will put my trust
in eternal things,
and accept whatever
the next day brings…