Immersion

Steeping in the warm fire of the sun. Basking in the essence of fortitude, illumination, and an indiscriminate blessing. * Resonant with the biological rhythm of the birds whose song will arise, and whose flight will just happen. * Hushed…

Butterfly’s Trail

Butterfly’s Trail

A windsong makes an invitation, so the grasses may cry. * Landscape closer to Winter yet green leaves push through soft Earth. My father does not appear in these fresh shoots or within the red bird that has been following…

time and time again

To come upon a sliver of light in the quiet dark revealing a beautiful pain. Between two ears I hear my mother heart. It beats like a river.   Rushing, as it was created to do.   How her surviving…

to watch a fall

it can be the hardest thing to haul a dragon from the dungeon * sorrowing sweetly becomes a useful practice though the lungs will feel the impact * if you open your eyes during a fall the landscape changes  *…

Blossoming

Tiniest of moments integrate as perfection. Attention placed within the depth of the bluest pools whilst suspending an ache that rests just beyond the crest, the surge, the rapture.  * Moon rise above the horizon bestowing darshan. Her radiance need…

Reveal

Amplified softness witnessing two women in love. Simultaneous delight by their duplicate perfection in the form of exquisitely placed moles.  Thus, they are not only wed in love, but married in their benign growths of marked beauty. Tender tears from…

Droplets

With the comforting new discovery that I live within a dragon’s bowl, and the repeating experience of generosity with a cycle of respiration, a plentitude satiates this wayfarer. In touch with the universe that moves through a tear, a pulse….

Maybe I have not missed a thing

Maybe I have not missed a thing. Perhaps whilst floating there is only sky and sea and canyon walls. * Noticing as the most temporarily important task. Ladybugs in bushes and on leaves. A beetle crosses a path. Fields of…

To have and to hold

To have and to hold All within my own cellular bank of joy Gifts like the ocean and the big sky  * A memory made in the world of a romantic First meetings, first kisses, first explicit adorations The people,…

rising from the canyon

Words have not been showing up lately. It’s a laughter that seems to be rising from the canyon. * I thought to look for what felt lost. There was even a moment of great concern. As if a spark of…