Six word Saturday

Silent distractions float across the skies…

silent treasures




“Each of us actually believes that things should be the way we want them, instead of being the natural result of all the forces of creation.”
― Mickey A. SingerThe Surrender Experiment: My Journey into Life’s Perfection

sunset 3

In this orderly Universe
I’ve watched birds fly north.
They have inbuilt navigation
and never veer off course.

Flowers hold a memory
to blossom every spring,
and robins transform heartache
when they eloquently sing.

The roosters crow each morning,
at the glimpse of first light,
and butterflies evade obstacles,
even in slanted flight.

Nature is so lovely
in its rhythm and flow,
the moon heaves the oceans
with its magnetic glow.

Surrendered to the forces
natural to creation,
we can make our time on earth,
a joyous celebration!

There’s an echo in our beings
that whispers to our hearts,
it’s the trueness of our essence,
that sacredly imparts!


“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!”