Counted among the stars!

“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi


Who are we among the throng of
main stream life,
but fragmented images
on instagram,
obscure voices on twitter,
trying to be heard above the din
of mediocrity!
To never stop hoping,
even in the
maelstrom of media frenzy,
that justice and peace
will cry aloud!

But are we merely snapshots of ourselves,
set in timeless motion,
with smiles that mask our insignificance?

We yearn to be known,
to be loved,
and deep beneath our imperfections
we feel the breath that gives us life.
Our souls quake
at these fabrications!

In the silent womb of longing,
we realize
that we are counted among the stars!

in self-obsessed boulevards
of malcontent,
we cannot always see beyond the indulgence
of worldly wants!
Glittery tinsel that won’t
absorb the pain
for long!

Yet He who has counted
every hair on our heads,
and perceives our thoughts
from afar,
also knows our rising
and our falling.

And underneath this tiresome ache
of insignificance,
we find ourselves one with all that is,
bright lights
in a mystical Universe.

We must rise above the tempest
of hatred and violence
that threatens our planet,
and beckon each soul
to join us,
and be saturated
in grace and love.
We are transcendent Earthlings
attempting to transfigure
the trajectory of


Silken waves

‘Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”
― John O’DonohueAnam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

cosmic winds

perceptions reflect
indecipherable utterances,
and tongues lament,
of stories minds make up!

there’s more to this than words
dare declare.
a universe full of resonance
and liquid visions

another world exists where fireflies
light the darkness,
and cosmic winds bring silken waves
to sooth the maladies,
that time once bore!

behind brave eyes,
awakened memories dream
in vivid tones,
and discern the love
that brought us here,
to just this place!

where multitudes have groaned
in surrendered animations,
to minds that
form no words!


“When you don’t cover up the world with words and labels, a sense of the miraculous returns to your life that was lost a long time ago when humanity, instead of using thought, became possessed by thought.”
― Eckhart TolleA New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

present moment

at times i feel like giving up, when life is tough,
complaints erupt!

my life seems bleak, and harmony is what i seek!

when all is lost, and i can’t feel my feet, words invade,
i loose my beat!

fear brought to bear, in darkest night, i say my prayers!

then Angels come to watch over me, to collect the fragments
of my soul’s debris!

the words i’ve mustered in my head, destructive stories,
untruth i’ve said!

thoughts become captive, on conscious breath, i live the moment,
and regain my strength!

surrender to what life has given, a place of peace,
reclaiming vision!

and gratitude raises its voice,
in dulcet tones, the heavens rejoice!





“Elegance is a glowing inner peace. Grace is an ability to give as well as to receive and be thankful. Mystery is a hidden laugh always ready to surface! Glamour only radiates if there is a sublime courage & bravery within: glamour is like the moon; it only shines because the sun is there.”
― C. JoyBell C.


In the midst of mayhem,
she kept her calm,
deliciously elegant
her presence a balm.

Slowly and deliberately
and with so much poise,
she displayed composure
amid all the noise.

The polite gestures
of her countenance oozed,
a kind of refinement,
delightfully imbued.

Still Smiling

We’ve had a tough few days….
My son ended up in hospital with a broken foot.
It’s his birthday today, but at least he’s still smiling!

Life is brutal,
yet full of miracles,
it can be bleak,
though it’s always mystical!

Imbued with sadness,
yet overflowing with wonder,
intensely beautiful,
saturated in color!

I look in the depths
beyond myself,
within me exists
an inner strength!

At the end of
all my reason,
there’s still a hope
I’m only dreaming……

just when i think

Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.”
― Maya AngelouI Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

a word

just when i think
that the words are all said,
colours leak out
of me,
onto my bed

indigo, lavender and a reddish brown,
they won’t let me sleep
till i’ve scribbled them down

in the small hours
of an inconspicuous night,
relentless imaginings
compel me to write

messages overflow and swirl through the air,
surround me, inspire me
with their brazen flair

i try not to rhyme
but the words won’t comply,
they bombard me
with verses
in oversupply