Posted in life

Coming Back to life

“He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened.”
― Lao Tzu
back to life

Twisted roots
of rejection,
pervaded her life with fear.
Each time
she opened
the chaos,
insanity reappeared.
She broke free from the obstacles
that held her life back.
While gazing out at the cosmos
light appeared
through the cracks.
Damaged particles
were everywhere,
floating on raging seas.
against the current,
she was
blinded by her own decrees.
The swell began to caress her
with eloquent words
of truth.
Breathing in sacred acceptance,
resentment was being defused.
She found her way through the furnace,
of not knowing herself.
Releasing wounds
from darkness
she came back
to life itself.
While inhabiting stillness,
her heart sang
compassionate songs.
She joined the celestial chorus,
one with heavenly throngs.
The stars became her followers
and the moon was her guide.
In a euphoric atmosphere,
her heart burst
open wide!


Posted in prayer

The underworld

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.”
― David Whyte

the underworld.jpg
I descended into the underworld,
where faith did not belong.
Death is never memorable;
they had not written my song.
Yet this abyss closed in on me,
and took me to its lair.
I felt suffocation creep,
there were no directions there.
Just an absence of sound and light,
and coldness all around.
My nakedness was plain to feel,
I thought I’d never be found.
Yet in the darkened resemblance,
of my disfigured soul,
I felt a calmness gathering
something beyond control.
I laid my complaints down,
on the floors of hell,
and felt the pennies dropping,
in some wishing well.
I remembered all the emotions
of another world;
I knew I had to stay a while,
till holiness was observed.
I’d torn off all my garments
and thrown them in a heap;
I begged for a change in circumstance,
and felt my body weep.
In this place I sojourned a while
and collected hollow bones,
to keep as tokens of deliverance
for my journey home….


Posted in Mindfulness

Rewriting Melodies

“You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
Except the one in which you belong.”
― David Whyte

timeless limits
Detached from worldly substance,
she felt a sense of loss.
She scrambled through the rubble
of all that had been false.
On relinquishing the bonds,
of distorted entities,
she moved towards the center,
into truthful destiny.
She tore the grubby garments
from her misshapen image,
and wrapped herself in cleansing light,
beyond timeless limits.
She released destructive personas
that did not belong,
and began to rewrite melodies
of her Anima’s song.
The stillness in her essence
was unveiled without form.
She danced with boundless gratitude
onto pathways,


Posted in Dreaming while awake

Winks of renewal

“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.”
― Marty Rubin

anthems of awakening 2
Winks of renewal stir the air,
little robins flit everywhere.
Hadedas call their mates,
and frivolous birds congregate.
Dormant buds are peeping through,
under skies of azure blue.
Renewed promises come to life,
in morning glory’s twinkling eyes.
As if awaking from a deep sleep,
winter’s vows become oblique.
Long bitter nights are vanishing fast,
as songs of awakening
come to pass.


Posted in Keeping watch while I'm asleep

Waves of consiousness

“The soul faithfully comes to our aid through dreams, deep emotion, love, the quiet voice of guidance, synchronicities, revelations, hunches, and visions, and at times through illness, nightmares, and terrors.”
― Bill PlotkinNature and the Human Soul

seagulls 3
A sage
he came and said to me,
that many fathoms beneath the seas,
a movement
in the depths so great
shifts in bedrock
will create
intense feelings beyond stillness
conscious shifts
of secret witness.
When unknown vows were revealed,
obscure fears
became surreal.
A tsunami came and took the night,
the breath of life was hushed
in fright,
and seagulls from the shore had fled,
unforeseen illusions
soaked my bed.
In silence no creature moved,
lucidity had been confused.
Souls submerged beneath the waves,
murky graves.
Waters lapped on sands subdued
splintered reflections
of a pensive mood.
Rescued from a fate I knew
muffled songs
of renewal blew.
Messages that evolve
in dreams,
are the shuffling of
my soul’s


Posted in Dreaming while awake

a song for Seventeen

“I learned the truth at seventeen
that love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
who married young and then retired”
-Janis Ian

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in the beginning,
she didn’t belong.
“at seventeen” was her favorite song.
she dreamed of love almost every day,
the “make believe”
of her childish ways.
a gypsy girl with no ambition,
to prove her worth,
was something missing?
unkind words that were said,
became accusations
in her head.

she ran from them to find a life,
the search for love was her decline.

“Say come now
be free
live life
without apology.
was it just
an awful dream
coz nothing’s ever
what it seems,
at seventeen.”

years passed,
feelings of loss.
truth uncovered,
nothing glossed.
she tried to find the words to say,
inadequacy never went away.
she wondered if she’d ever belonged,
rejection’s field,
had she been wronged?
those skeletons that never died,
decay consumed her
from inside.
shame that rose on family occasions,
and mocked her worth
at its foundation.
a brood uncomfortable
with words
suppressed feelings
that were never heard.

“say come now
be free
live a life
of curiosity.
she lost the love
she sought to gain
there are some who
know the pain,
at seventeen.”

she found a way back to the light,
exposed the darkness,
an outcast’s plight!
she surrendered to what life had given,
uncovered wounds
in true submission.
she celebrated love of nature,
and recognized
her academic failure.
but deep beneath her gasping breath,
she accepted her inner strength.

“say come now
be free
live a life of
was it really
just a game
a mirage beneath
all the shame,
at seventeen.”

forgive she must,
she knows so well,
a chance to break the vile spell.
she understands they never
meant to hurt,
or wound her life,
or reject her worth.
they were merely ships without a sail,
dysfunctional winds of life

now her worth is bound in truth,
confessions of a joyless youth.
she cast her bread upon the water,
wounded warrior,
beloved daughter.

and when she ascended from the dead,
the crimson rivers
of which she had bled,
made pathways through rugged terrain
of unconditional love
which she embraced.
her purpose was immersed in love,
heavenly showers from above.

“say come now
be free
live a life of
those valentines
she never knew
grew her wings
until she


Posted in dance

One with the Cosmos

“Cosmos is a Greek word for the order of the universe. It is, in a way, the opposite of Chaos.”
― Carl SaganCosmos

silver liningwashed over the cosmos
a mysterious way of seeing
each molecule is dancing
in supernatural being
i’m absorbed by stillness
as I float above the clouds
immersed in shimmering wonder
attuned to light’s sounds
i open my mind to obscurity
and see a distant glow
there’s a presence deep within me
a tranquility that I know
soaked in glistening particles
i’m lost for words
one with the Universe
exultation becomes heard…


Posted in Thinking out loud

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.


Posted in Acceptance, prayer

Consider the lilies

“Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”
Luke 12:27


I awaken and wonder
what each day will bring,
I see delighted lilies,
neither toil nor spin.
I smell lavender
along the way,
touch delicate dew
on mellow days.
I watch the birds never
gather or hoard,
see butterflies dance
of their own accord.
I hear winds
softly whisper to me,
I’ve made a pact
with forbearing trees,
that if I awake again
I’ll gaze on them and
forget my sorrow.
I cannot say if my ship
will come in
I’ll wade to the breakers
and relish the swim.
I will put my trust
in eternal things,
and accept whatever
the next day brings…