I saw it drop down from the roof of the car into the open driver side window I held my breath, I hoped you wouldn’t notice it. You pulled into the suicide lane A car pulled up behind you. Then you saw the spider. You did not go. You began to blow at it. You … Continue reading Remorseful
I long to run through crooked paths in the deep green forests of my mind and stop at some lovely clearing to catch my breath and wait... for all the pieces of myself to arrive.
I am a cosmic ambassadorI help represent the cycle of thingsLike the moon, my face and moodChange ever so slightly each day I wax and waneAnd wax and waneIt is simple yet I still find it strange I can bring you the light I catch along the wayI can bear the dark mysteries and shadows … Continue reading I am a woman and a cosmic ambassador
Nature’s tenacity, though disruptive at times, is also truly life-giving. A strong pulsed continuum. This morning I lay in bed too long and watched reluctance drag at the feet of my tired spirit. I want to stay where I am. Not go back to the wakeful world, not back to an uncertain reality. Then I … Continue reading This Tenacity
Give me that song that makes you feel balmy.Give me that prayer that brings you peace.Give me that recipe, that tastes like comfort and works like a remedy.Give me the art you made last week. Give me the worn-out copy of that book you love.Give me the old picture of us that you found.Give me … Continue reading Gifts
Don’t force it.Just enjoy the build up.So it’s slow.Let it be slow.Let your breath and limbs relish in its tension.Let trust envelop the philosophers in your mind.Let it wax.Let it wane too.It will come back around. Press into it.Appreciate its pulp.The sweet elusive magic of its essence.Explore its subtle edges.That bleed like water-color into the … Continue reading Delight in slow deliberate growth.
I Know contentment.Reverence.Wonder. I Know the powerof my varied corners and sides.I Know they are just right.They are serving me. I Know patience.I Know its waves of anticipationalso, its warm incubation. I Know my Source.It’s endless flowing essence. Its assurance, it’s ability, and delight. I know. Because I want to. Ps. Here's a similar piece … Continue reading Because I want to
Sometimes I wish I were different already.That I could untie the knots in my mind, on demand.Make my limbs reach more readily for the love that I crave. But there’s this ravine it seems, between me and the creature I wish to be.There’s some big long journey involved? ...Or is there?Is that just an excuse, … Continue reading When it’s hard
Tonight I drove home in a snowstorm. The world looking like a Lite-Brite smeared behind cold glass. Snowflakes pouring down under street lights in every direction. Sugar rain from an endless source. And I thought to myself... “Abundance.” And then I felt that each snowflake that landed on my car brought something that I needed … Continue reading All I need.
May it be here, In this life that screams “Mom, Mom, Mom!” In the rushing breeze And noisy trees. May it be here, In my sweat, In my running shoes, In the storm that could soak us. May it be here, Between bursts of rationality, Probing themes of time and energy. May it be here, … Continue reading may it be here
I feel like the leaf outside. Blowing everywhere but not settling, I can’t figure out how to settle. I can't figure out if I'm just supposed to go along for the ride It seems lazy and unproductive. It feels right but it seems wrong And I feel like the moon. New and hungry for my … Continue reading fall
* Found this poem I wrote in High School while I was looking for old material for a poetry contest. Thought I’d share it. Since it’s one of the only comical poems I’ve ever written... We had spoken before, just a short “Hello, Goodbye.” He was kind of jumpy, but an interesting guy. It wasn’t really … Continue reading curious
There's this story. Underneath every thought I have, every breath, just waiting, restlessly, passionately to be real. It's gripping. Keeps trying to hold me. And kiss me. And give me pleasure. And security. So there. I said it. It's like this story's got a mind of its own but the same soul as me. It's … Continue reading story
1. I know what it’s like to have different colored days 2. I know the wash of the moon as it travels on its monthly journey 3. I know the smell of fear 4. And the whisper of faith 5. I know what it’s like to love like the Moon loves the sea, it can … Continue reading 30 things I know
I am the sum of many parts Dreams Schemes Curiosity Habits Unfinished starts Darkness Light Lessons Lies Microcosmic might.. I am all the aspects of life, random or otherwise that filled the space and time that was before this. I am an effect of a Greater cause. I am a factor in Universal law. And … Continue reading ancient heart
It's nice to be here Knowing nothing And expecting everything to come of it. Watching the ravens & magpies Experiment with each other Their black and blue feathers Rebelling against the white-out world Covered in snow & sympathy Messengers of Failure's mascaraed As they attempt Their tricks Vigorously Endlessly Until finally One swoop delivers them … Continue reading messengers
I want to know your deepest darkest truth... your happy truth your frightened truth your broken truth your crazy truth your rebel truth your fantasy truth your thankful truth your human truth
Dear self. When you feel like a sick, prick with no direction, read this. Read things that you've written. - this is your trail of breadcrumbs, your way back home. Drink more water. Take your mind herbs - your nervous system is likely a whirling mess (especially if it's Autumn) Take care of your brain and it … Continue reading The, when you need wholeness, love and clarity LIST
Because there’s only light, as we dance between the leaves. And the flowers bow their heavy heads with the strength and courage of full blooms. We follow paths that twist and shrink like the ones that traverse our own minds and hearts. And discover as we walk in single file our majestic blooming selves. … Continue reading summer solstice
Earth mothers know what it takes to give and keep on giving. And watch with love and acceptance each seed her children are planting Earth mothers know the selfless act of letting go And smile with faith and patience as her children reap the seeds they sow, and become certain they know so much and forget … Continue reading earth mothers
Today I will be Creative Inspired Inspiring... with love and laughter and silent intention that weighs warm and heavy in the air affording, if only just a moment of space well held For a stranger, for a friend, for myself A space where less is more and meanings are louder than words and conversations are … Continue reading Today
My mind takes me far from home Tires, make the puddles foam Your hand is resting on my knee I smile at you, you smile back at me Day dreams, like windshield wipers, Smear my tired thoughts around I may be lost, But in your eyes, I’m always found
My mind is a field Waiting for your Divine body to lay in it. To roll in it To dance and make love in it To sing praises, or shouts of invigoration To plant seeds of strength or Blow whispers of truth into the wind
I am a mush of greatness this morning Like oatmeal – with too much maple syrup Longing to seep everywhere and penetrate your salty skin Longing to weigh heavy on your scattered thoughts like a blanket of sweet truth “It is all here.”... I would whisper into your cold ears “It is all here just … Continue reading Greatness
Take a look While you are still Take in the humor, and the irony The twists of faith in everything The sky upon the hill Accept what it is, as what is and it will be more mysterious still but accepting it will set you free Don’t be afraid to move around, Till you feel … Continue reading dear Zipporah
A child still wanders through the lands that lived in library books and puppet shows I still run bare foot through puddles and stick my fingers in hot pools of melted wax, to remember the feeling of putting small “smell-good-hearts” in your cupped hands The smell of thrift stores, your infectious laugh Though lullabies and … Continue reading mom’s poem (age 17)
These tendencies surface boldly from within, some from the day I started breathing, some from the times I lost my wind.. I pull them close and feel their urges and your shadow dances on the edges I still climb to high places my breath tugging at my throat so I can dangle my feet from … Continue reading dad’s poem
I think I’m going to have to set aside this wayward thinking style… And how ‘bout trying just to stay Let the others run their pace awhile Now here’s the ground I stood, its feeling weak The places are the same, most the people haven’t changed I guess that leaves it up to me.. Plenty … Continue reading here is good… where ever that is.
You know what I remembered today?... It's okay to want to be alone It's okay to take yourself away, to practice what you are or what you want to be. It's okay to dance alone in the candle light to a familiar beat one that feels like a retreat and brings all the best parts … Continue reading an anthem
Try to wrap your mind around Something deep inside you Moving through you Bumping us together Watching us be clever Pulling at your soul Like a parachute from your chest And existence and creation are the winds... That send us sailing on like letters God has sent Kismet pure, it seems Turn towards anything Fall … Continue reading letters to the Universe
May we walk steady as we go Full of wonder and compassion as we grow Listening only to the surest smallest voice Running our fingers intuitively through every possible choice.. May we find our spirits the lanterns in the dark Where there is dampness may we remain the spark May we pull our sleeves over … Continue reading side streets and manifestations
Mountains sit like Deities in the window Urging stillness, in my peripheral I’d be wise to let them urge me Let them show me, let them be me It’s not common practice to sit and wait for nothing and linger in the moment in fact we have been conditioned, not to, that it’s lazy My … Continue reading morning meditation
Thoughts stare back at me in a reflection on black tea Guess you never know when you’ll run into yourself steam swirls circles and curls questions sink and melt Tea leaves float the surface like tiny boats and striving hopes that sail right through the harshest storms shapes and forms reveal themselves in the midst … Continue reading black tea revelation