Let there be flowers wherever i go

“The earth laughs in flowers.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

let there be flowers wherever i go
my eyes are grateful to see them
my soul receives their love
as they wave at me from the sidewalks
they sprinkle their fragrance to charm me
and bring me back
to the present moment
they remind me to trust the Divine


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!


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.


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.