Tuesday, October 3, 2017

HOPE IN A SEED

A seed 
blown in the wind
tumbles and lands in 
the in-between;

a simple seam 
in the rocks,
where water pools 
and midday sun 
warms it.

Latent capacity 
awakens,
yet is unknown 
to the seed itself.

A lone sprout 
emerges
into daylight, 
and moonshine.

Stars, 
fill it, with
hope.

She takes hold
of life,
she grows stronger,
her stems reach high;

until the bloom
opens.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

FIRST CUT (Spring 2017)

I cut her,
and will take her inside
so I can consume 
everything about her.
Her subtle shades of yellow
turning to pink tips;
her amazing fragrance
that can't be
summed up in words,
her stunning beauty
just the way she is,
and the hope she brings me.


Saturday, April 8, 2017

LET IT MOVE THROUGH

Sisters and aunties and mamas, I invite you to come sit with me to express your pain.
Recognize the tricks in your mind and allow generation's old traumas of your grandmothers and mothers and sisters and daughters...
...let them all move through you so your heart can dance freely.
Be brave, be you!
Feel it all in the safety of this beautiful intimate nest, a place where you can sob, you can laugh, and you can rage, as long and as often as you need to!, so you may radiate the colors of your personal palette, delightfully free!
Brothers and uncles and daddies, I invite you to come sit with me to cry your tears, set down your spears, and recognize your ancient fears.
Let generation's old traumas of your grandfathers and fathers and brothers and sons...
...let them all move through you so your consciousness can rest peacefully grounded in the present moment, and be set free.
Be brave, be you!
Feel it all in the safety of this warm, intimate nest; a place where your heart can be nurtured as long and as often as you need it to, so you can be nourished in the world, while you craft your gifts and give them, joyously.
May we all serve the world in our hearts and souls, with love and freedom.

Friday, April 7, 2017

FOR THE WORLD IN PAIN

When heavy rain
pours through
whipping winds 
like endless tears
ripped from hearts
torn by war,
the world
cries in pain,
the soul weeps
deep
crying in waves
and currents of
grief and fear
like rippled echoes
of darkness.
Come home now, sit by the fire.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

THE LEAP IS THE THING

I am back,
after a time out there...
seeking
pushing
pulling
looking
resolving
trying
formulating
answering
and solving
...Life’s equations.
I am back.
And I remember!
The leap is the thing.
Take it,
and live in the mystery.











Illustration: Deva Padma

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

HOPE

There is hope
in the embrace of love.
Not a blind trust
in rainbows or light,
but a sweet
surrender
when we feel "no"
and then a trust, that
in loving the shadow
it will transform,
like blossoming roses
inspiring delight.











Artwork: Shiloh Sophia McCloud

Thursday, March 30, 2017

SOON BUDS WILL EMERGE

What weather is washing through your world?
Is the rising angle of the sun inspiring you with hope?
Or is it shining too brightly on the gray comfort of your grief?
Are spring pollens excitedly carrying forward and giving birth to your dreams?
Or are the bees and hummingbirds simply scattering your visions to pretty petals with no discernment and without a plan?
Is the growing green filling your heart, infusing it with fullness and mindless and smiling joy?
Or does it invade and irritate you, penetrating the dull and dark closure of those four chambers in your chest, the ones you think you’d rather leave alone?
Are the spring winds whipping you awake at dawn?
I feel these sacred whirls of chaos and change spinning me like a tornado, churning up winter’s quiet and sleep.
I thought I’d be resting forever, but my blood turned into a gusty and warm breeze waking the subtly slumbering spaces I still have inside.
Soon buds will emerge, maybe even from my limbs. I wonder, what will the garden look like this year?