Pure Potentia
I lost me when I fell through the spaces between words When I fell into the cauldron of pure potentia—where … Continue reading Pure Potentia
Category: Poems
Heeding the Call
Heeding the call—I looked for GodI traversed mountains and deserts,Bowed to unholy prophets, slew demons,Nursed the sick and died a … Continue reading Heeding the Call
No Where to Run
I’ve given meaning to all I feelAnd to all I see–believing it’s real The jealousy and greed that I see … Continue reading No Where to Run
Alyssa
In this blessed coolness of morning When the world is beginning to wake Before thought has arisen Just being…for … Continue reading Alyssa
Precipice
On the edge of death Balancing on the ledge Looking into the dark Scared out of my wits May be … Continue reading Precipice
Mama’s Coloring Books
So many memoriesYou left behindAnd I see this and that item claimed…Personal remindersFor your chickies to hold dearA shirt you … Continue reading Mama’s Coloring Books
There is No Enlightenment
There is no enlightenment No illumination of darkness For there was never any darkness There is no Shangri-La, no sacred … Continue reading There is No Enlightenment
Divine Mother
In this stillness of morning Before thought splits the day I surrender to Divine’s embrace And feel Her breathe me— … Continue reading Divine Mother
Empathy
I hear the Earth The roar of Her rivers in my veins The taste of Her rain nourishing me The … Continue reading Empathy
Tao
I traveled to that other shore In a boat of solitude and grace Way beyond where mind can go And … Continue reading Tao
I Voted for Ramona
I voted for Ramona And for every person of color Who has experienced overt or subtle racism Who has … Continue reading I Voted for Ramona
Ocean of Peace
I remember as a little child I was afraid of the bogeyman He was under my bed He was outside … Continue reading Ocean of Peace
On writing a bio…
Where does the creative impulse come from? How does one lay “claim” to any of it? A bio–? Why does … Continue reading On writing a bio…
Charleston Church Murderer
I don’t know you And I can’t understand There just seems to be something intrinsically wrong A shell too thick … Continue reading Charleston Church Murderer
Last Veil
When the last veil falls All that remains is spaciousness All that remains is freedom Boundless, peaceful, silent The … Continue reading Last Veil
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