“So at the end of this day, we give thanks
for being betrothed to the unknown.”
― John O’Donohue


when words elude me
and images fade,
i find my shelter,
beyond the charade!

in quiet surrender
under benevolent sun,
preconceptions unravel
to notions undone!

in this place unknown
grace shows the way,
pathway to transcendence,
wordless bouquets!



“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
― Mary Oliver


life can be hard
but full of miracles
sometimes colorless
though often lyrical

forests breathe
to keep us alive
the moon orbits
and does not collide

in the darkness
sometimes unawares
celestial beings
tenderly care

doubt lingers in
unanswered prayers
sorrow is treasured
with every tear

disturbance pulls us
back to the center
guiding us towards
deeper surrender

unknowable bounty
in the turmoil of life
invisible grace that is
secretly applied

stories recounted on
cold and joyless nights
turn into compassion
with profound insights


Broken vows

Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving—it doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.
Come, and come yet again, come, come.


dappled sunlightfaint droplets
of her taut breath,
in shadows.
she grasped quietude
in dappled sunlight
of mother earth,
and swung and turned
into a beginning…
her ending
never was,
and could it be prayer
that brought
her here,
or did the slow rise
and fall of earth
remain in belonging
of her conscious
when tentacles
their darkness,
innocence could not
be forgotten
or erased
from the suffocation
of her mind,
and she turned to look
for a witness to her shame….
when all meaning
had disappeared
into the ether
of dysfunction,
no longer
her tranquil
pulsed through
these disturbed
she returned to
of decay
beyond formations
of discovery,
where stars
lit the way
in dull acceptance.
her fate
written on unnatural walls
of emptiness,
shed tears
consumed by
where upon
brotherly love
was discontinued
by parental woes.
was her only
she was sold into
disfigured by
of learning
mattered more
than compassion’s
her broken vows
of secrecy
taunted her.
she grappled
with the unknowable,
her inner
she wrestled
to know
the beloved chime
of self-acceptance…


When breath let her rest

“In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me.”
― Augustine of Hippo

woundsRaining pelts of insanity,
tore her from repose.
Clothed in blackened robes
she was driven to the edge.
Light could not pursue,
she outran its radiant beams.
But in the wake of day
when breath let her rest,
her wounds finally surrendered.
The sacred scars of adornment
became jewels of inner light.


A Soliloquy

do over
“I celebrated your joy, I promise, I did.
While into darkness, my afflictions slid.
Through pain and tears I heard applause.
I gleaned the cheers, I read the scores.
I glimpsed delight with visceral sight.
In my mind’s eye it still alights.
I’m sorry, so sorry for my shame.
I really am, let me try again?
If only I’d supped that warm embrace,
just for a moment, a sublime place!
In misery I’ve been submerged.
Stolen joy where despair converged.
Shame is more deadly than death.
Its venom steals my very breath.
I’m going beyond the outer edges
to acquire my own forgiving lenses.
When I emerge I pray I’ll  be free.
Somewhere, somehow, it’s my decree!”


Lessons from the fire

“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”
Jalaluddin Rumi

fire 2
An ailing soul
absorbed by fear

Her past consumed
with morbid years

Future bleak
all hope devoid

Life no longer
being enjoyed

 Powerlessness taught
her surrender

The touch of nature
healing and tender

 In gratitude she
welcomed each day

Mindfulness melted
despair away

Accepting at last
what life had given

Reflections of love
her true religion

A Power greater
restored her to sanity

The divine within
became her reality

Sacred shifts in her
heart and mind

 Her inner being
was redesigned