Everglow

Everglow

I drew a line for you,yet inward still you spiraled,Never an honest wordand so I drew one for me.And now I gaze atwhere I wanted to go,oh the light you left for me, everglow.

By The Water

By The Water

All things gather where life is a songThe river running byThe sunset and the dawn From the beyond and the deferred arrivalsthe spirit swellingLost in me, and in you time to be,time to see. Under gracehow lack that Iwhat testify … Continue reading

Taking Flight

Taking Flight

Taking Flight Fading, noise of the worldEntombed, curated stories|Laid to rest, misgivingsManifesting, dreamy visionsReclaiming, warm delights and steamy waysFrom the depths of my reserves, peace and joyRestored, remembranceGlowing, vestiges of an ancient waySound once again…didn’t know betrayal could be so … Continue reading

Something Above

Something Above

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves, that we are underlings.” (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene III, L. 140-141). –Shakespeare

Purple Haze

Purple Haze

The world will ask you who you are and if you don’t know it will tell you. – Carl Jung It’s never been a better time to remind yourself and to remind the world who you came here to be. … Continue reading

So Luminous

So Luminous

Drifting, memories across all timelines.Washing over me, birdsongs drowning out the breeze.tuning to the day that will come. Living pulsing golden light, the scarlet from beneathWashed in the blood of the lamb, who would have thought?Ascending into the holy of … Continue reading

Reconnecting.

Reconnecting.

Gathering around a ring of fire in gratitude does the trick. People who express gratitude create pools of generosity in the world around them. –Martha Beck

Settling In

Settling In

From within, a static infliction in all my cellslids soft, heart nearly stillslow, deep breath.Am I breathing or is it you breathing for me?One breath of life, percolating, bubbling from bottom to top. Out of the barn, a cleaner purer … Continue reading

Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

Don’t play with her fire. She’ll take your ashes and make poetry out of them until your soul burns with regret. – Joseph Colombrita

Starry Starry Night

….paint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy … Continue reading