“Distracted from distraction by distraction”
― T.S. Eliot


social media
makes me think,
i could look pretty
in the pink

selfie sticks
in covert drawers,
hide away
the vain applause

putting out
searching for
real sensation

hoax slayers
are everywhere,
media snares

the tears i cry,
screened responses,
little white lies

does actuality
mean a thing,
waiting for my device
to ping

covering up
phony lives,
deception thrives

my reality,
in domains
of a wannabee

authenticity is
afraid to speak
on boulevards
where shame reeks

lonely earthlings
in unsung voids,
trying to live
through androids


Walk the Labyrinth

“The only reason we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes. ”
― Pema Chödrön


I’m coerced deeper
into disconnection
from thought.
My cells have absorbed
so much untruth.
The narrative I create
is to protect
myself from harm,
from disappointment.
I’ve been distracted
by the words
and accusations,
the confusion of
things I tell myself.

Shadows of my false self
pass by my window
each day,
enticing me back
to reduction,
a far cry from the expanse
that surrounds me.
Grooves deep in my psyche
spill into recognition
of failure,
I sabotage belonging.
Have I tried too hard to forget
my shadow self,
even to deny it?
In my judgement of it,
perhaps I’ve given it
more power!



In all chaos there is a cosmos,
in all disorder a secret order.
― C.G. Jung

allysoally 2

acceptance of nakedness
revelations of being
surrendering to the elements
peace with what’s unseen
we are lights in a Universe
imbued with disorder
sojourners of wretchedness
fragments moving  forward
separated from the essence
we lose sight of our souls
a need for sacred mercies
that forge us to be whole
when darkness is all around us
we are confined by despair
shadows hide the hollowness
of desperation’s prayers
though when we acquiesce
onto the jagged path of life
existence is consecrated
and foundations realign


Just Words…..

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and right doing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

I consigned some words
to their murky depths,
unyielding secrets,
bunkers of scrapped defects.

The light of day
was hidden from sight,
like poisonous algae
and bitter blight.

Words immersed
in condemnation of self,
they had no belonging
on mercy’s shelf.

Once those words
held cathartic prose,
a soothing balm
to a life deposed.

In fields of surrender
I scattered their shards
fragments of brokenness
a mere house of cards.

The crows circled over
the tattered remains,
splintered sensations
of unwanted details.

Meaningless babble
told in garbled tones
consigned to their graves
on embellished head stones.


Lessons in Leadership

madiba 8Be like the man
who cared for humanity,
he lived his life
in gentle humility.
Be like the man
who embraced
all religions
forgiveness his mantra
when he came out of prison.
Be like the man
who loved all people,
not judging their status,
he fought for freedom.
Be like the man
who never desired riches,
he shared his possessions
and built many bridges.
Be like the man
whose voice can be heard
from beyond the hills
a modest shepherd.
Be like the man,
who was prepared to lay
down his life,
to bring freedom to the masses
and make poverty decline.
Be like the man
who fought for his nation
loved by the world,
incredible gracious!

Callous Hallways

our hearts of stone becomes hearts of flesh
when we learn where the outcast weeps
Brennan ManningAbba’s Child:


glittering gods
with feet of clay
perfect beings
in hollow frames.
precarious pedestals
at dizzy heights
unfeeling expanse
hypocritical knights.
hearts of stone
around their necks
judgmental tones
outrageous specks.
in callous hallways
an outcast cries
sanctimonious scenes
wrong-doer despised.
enlivened by blatant pride
heartless landscapes
of blinded guides.


Communion with the Divine

I decided to challenge myself to 24 hours without complaining!
communion with the divine

“If you knew who walked beside you at all times, on the path that you have chosen, you could never experience fear or doubt again.”
― Wayne W. Dyer

In my soul,
I found a place,
my heart knows
its resonance.
Embedded in
sacred atmosphere,
a love beyond
Stars will shine,
seas will surge,
and as long as there’s a pull
on the Earth,
I know I am alive
to fulfil the applause
of heaven.
Distilled by shades
of experience,
shadows make peace
with the night.
I’m immersed in tranquil
and delighted by
the moon’s soft glow.
Shaped in the image of glory
and sprinkled with
a little stardust.
I’m made
for communion
with the Divine.