Waking Up from Waking Up
Listening to the latest bunchOf philosophers, scientists, gurusTo enter my sphereI wonder Do Mothers wake upTo the nature of realityDifferently … Continue reading Waking Up from Waking Up
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Words Are Not Reality
Such an incredible creationMysterious and magicalThis roundish world of oursSpinningCyclingAround and aroundTimelessNo agendaNo rulesNo wordsPure beingnessFull of creative alivenessManWith his … Continue reading Words Are Not Reality
Feathered Nest
When I tried to let you go today…to say goodbye again, mama–I realized my nest was made of your thorns. … Continue reading Feathered Nest
A Silencing
Today I retreat into shades of grayNot as an escape to avoid But as a silencing So I can hear … Continue reading A Silencing
Knock knock
Make friends with your lonelinessMake friends with your sorrowMake friends with everyEmotion that comes to visitThen say, “Fare thee well” … Continue reading Knock knock
Addicted to Happiness
Happiness is the goal of addictsIt isn’t sustainable And it leaves us wanting moreThe pushersPush our fear of death buttonsAnd … Continue reading Addicted to Happiness
You Are THIS
You are the love and beauty You see in the worldIt doesn’t come from Babies, or pets, or flowersOr your … Continue reading You Are THIS
Western Culture
It is so noisy and busy And self-indulgent Our western cultureEmpty egos seeking youthAnd wealth and adventuresTraveling from one ‘aha … Continue reading Western Culture
Shhh, I Got This
My Universal Heart is at peaceNot because all is “right” in the worldBut because Her love is large enoughTo embrace … Continue reading Shhh, I Got This
Reclaiming Awe
The body only lives to breatheTo experience sound, sightTouch, smell, and tasteIt is a child in aweA child in love … Continue reading Reclaiming Awe
Synched
All sorrowIs caused by The veiling of GodWe can’t find HerIn sermons or prayerShe has no earsShe isn’t in good … Continue reading Synched
Barblings
I call it art–But it is justAn abundance Of creative energyMoving through meWithout much planningOr thoughtJust a pulse hereAnd a … Continue reading Barblings
Honeysuckle
Pierced
All it takes is one momentOne piercing by GodAnd nothing else mattersThe degrees, the careerThe relationshipsThe material stuffNothing can compareNothing … Continue reading Pierced
Only Aliveness
There was once a solid meYou knew me by the labelsFriend or colleague Or family–daughter, sisterMother, aunt, niece, cousin, wife…Or … Continue reading Only Aliveness
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