Where will you walk, whose bare feet feel the earth beneath;
Where will you walk, heart burning with love and pain;
In whose footsteps will you tread so carefully,
Feeling love’s strong voice calling you again.
When your eyes are open in the dark, can you see your dreams?
he has brown eyes, and is irritatingly, mostly always right.
does he care about that? no. he just doesn’t want you to run with scissors or keep a candle burning,
unattended. Continue reading “My Man”
Imagine the stars were
shards of glass broken
from a crystalline vase
that held sparkly flowers
of every hue. Continue reading “Poem for the New Moon”
The mind passes over scenes and emotions printed and bound in red deckle edged paper, later to be shut and put back on the shelf, Continue reading “deckled edges”
The room encloses me like a painting, all delicately colored in yellow lamplight. I’m smiling, peace spills over me, workout all done.
Crow proclaims his truth loudly this morning.
Sparrow lights on a branch below him, small pause.
Far, far above a plane silently passes.
When you become like the wind and the rock, the rock misses the wind when it ceases to blow, and hangs on the breath of every zephyr, waiting for news.
January has to run to catch up,
flying past resolutions
into cold mornings unornamented.
Silent center, stillness reigns, dust motes drifting in candlelight.
Quiet mind, slow heart beating, world at rest one single night.
Time in between things, waiting, watching, listen now for wisdom’s sight.
Stillness, quiet, silent nothing, silent silence now tonite.
Continue reading “Solstice”