An orchid seemingly frail Needs ice at her roots- Floating, almost grabbing Nutrients from the air– It seems. —She is not a rose under glass Amidst a dying world– In fact, her natural habitat– Is in the canopy of the Amazon rainforest– Just underneath A river of clouds– A blanket of rolling white Her roots…

THE TIME SPENT HERE IS NO LONGER WE WILL TRAVEL FROM PLANET TO PLANET THIS IS OUR PERSONALITY WHEN THE TIME IS RIPE DEATH HAS NO POWER AND THEN THE NEW PERSONALITY AWAKENS FOR THE NEXT REINCARNATION YOUR EARTHLY CIRCUMSTANCES PERMIT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT

After I had cut off my own hands and grown new ones something my former hands had longed for came and asked to be rocked. After my plucked out eyes had withered, and new ones grown something my former eyes had wept for came asking to be pitied. From Poems 1968-1972.  Copyright 1972 by Denise…

New pilot in control Flying in the new way of Thinking Understand it This insight in current reality Set free Words only speak kindness Believing futures Retrain The main frame I control it Change it Daily affirmations of loving Me So hard to let go of the dreams But the universe tells me Never give…

We all are swanning- Coming into our own Swimming elegantly To our destinies In our own circles- Of light and hope Rippling and Intersecting I went down to the river to pray (I don’t live anywhere near a river, it’s a metaphor) by Fiona Goodwin I went down to the river to pray, but I…

I THANK YOU FOR THE RAIN AND THE THUNDER AND THE LIGHTENING MY MOTHER MY EARTH.

#18 Sliced red au jou pears Swimming in a warm compote We leave uneaten What more Is there? Sighs of various Sizes fawning over me In the steaming dawn To peppercorn/doofus His cat eyes blink love Soft furred courier of peace On a frigid night Ok, a dark one: The Burial Scream and howl and…

Passion Locked inside the Imaginary jar Inside my chest The lid is so shaky It barely can resist The pressure to Pop the top Enormous pain Building while I’m still healing Tears constantly Flowing Mind is swimming In a sea of beautiful Pictures and adventures That will never be The unknown is stillness My world…