Comfort zone…

comfort zone

I’m living in my comfort zone
watching sunbirds
cherishing home…

And as I look through distorted lens,
people falling
shocking trends…

My heart lies heavy in this cave,
as I watch
the impending wave…

Living in my comfort zone
reminders on my telephone…

From afar I feel their grief
watching numbers
am I deceived?

Crying out my words are spent
in prayer, I’m constantly bent…

Living in my comfort zone
some are saying
I may be prone…

Hearing fear all around
I call out from this holy ground

Telling angels
speaking to ghosts
I plead with God
to renew our hope…

Into benevolence, I gently dive
from this fallout
faith will survive…

All around me
guardians of light
bringing peace to our plight

Living in my comfort zone
in my frailty
I quietly groan…

I send forth light from this place
expecting kindness to filter from space…

Worrying times
financial fears
mingled with fervent prayers…

Calling from my comfort zone
remembering that I’m not alone
so very loved
so very dear
through the chaos
love perseveres…

in the dark night of each soul,
perhaps the light is making us whole…


“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”
― Julian of Norwich


at twilight
when movement thrills,
night birds call
and moods distill…

on deserted roadways
silence speaks,
hidden reminders
the soul to keep…

hearing calls
that all is well,
ancient teachings
a gentle swell…

quiet whispers
quell despair,
a sense of knowing fills the air…

fear had spoken
far too loud,
when I joined the frenzied crowd…

Uncolored mood…

uncolored mood

Everything shutdown
the wind wouldn’t tell,
a vagueness held
the shadows
in unresponsive swell…

And her flesh
bode heavily,
in drab uncolored mood,
no messages to ponder,
her voice was unmoved…

She felt her bones
grow weary,
her breath was giving in,
like the ending of an era,
time withered her skin…

Would she reemerge
from the umbra
from perceptions
against scorching extinction,
would her cry be heard?

Art courtesy of Facebook…



If you touch her
she may crumble
before your eyes,
for at times
she doesn’t feel truly alive…

She’s held up
by prayers
and mystical things,
she thrives
on kindness
and the warmth of her skin…

On dark nights she cries
while you are asleep,
she searches
for shadows
and visions that speak…

Her strength comes not
from what is seen,
it’s grace that carries
her in-between
the silences
of when she’s
fully awake
and before
the dawn
when dreams are opaque…

The morning
holds promises
that blessing
will come,
and she opens her eyes
to welcome the sun…

Proclaimed divine…

“We’re here to awaken from the illusion of separateness”
― Ram Dass, How Can I Help? Stories and Reflection on Service

daisy with earth as centre

Are we just wanderers in oceans of doubt,
clinging to possessions
seemingly devout?

Or are we sojourners on an indigo orb,
timeless travelers trusting the source?

As restless sightseers, we search for truth,
observing the drone of never-ending loops…

in fragmented capsules, we race to belong,
briefly forgetting the tempo of our songs…

we bring sacred offerings, and set discord aside
coalescing with the goodness
of all humankind…

beginning to discover,
the nature of ourselves,
we drink from reservoirs where our humanness swells…

Learning from the Sages and enlightened beings
kindness is the conduit,
to new ways of believing…

To stand together at the edge of time,
each tongue and tribe
proclaimed divine…

image courtesy of PixaBay

Constantly in motion…

constantly in motion

Do clouds gather
to collect our tears?
vapors of love
in the atmosphere…

the heartbeat
of earthlings
in liquid traces,
from heavenly places…

bearing the weight
of our deepest despair,
merchants of hope
ascending in prayer…

returning to grounds,
desolate and dry,
pouring blessing
from mystical skies…

streaming back
into the cosmic ocean,
sacred memories,
constantly in motion…

Infuse me with sunshine…

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Waldenimbue

infuse me
with sunshine,
let my breath be still,
pour me into reservoirs
until i’ve had my fill…
imbue me with kindness,
shade me with grace,
be the scent
of earthen tracts,
enclosed in love’s embrace…

reaching skywards, touching wispy clouds
spread out
in belonging,
heavenly light abounds…