You carried her on your back because it felt right to you Because you knew she would die in the shark infested waters And we argue back and forth About our agendas Do I do this for you To have power of you? To avoid my own needs? To increase my popularity? Or could it…

A garden grows On love acres Springing from the labor With such a grand view Pearls fill this Chateau Creating this new show On this country road Mind is above matter Make smiles Wherever we go A source fuels us It comes alive In the center A chamber holds this Light A heart mind So…

Shall we know each other? through, the veils of time and space, through, conditions and causes, through ever changing impermanence, through loving energy running through our veins, through the mind that projects duality and rest in equanimity. through the experience of flesh, and releasing desire. Through dropping separation and realizing singularity, through knowing our hearts…

Daybreak was 2 hours ago. My life is heavily redacted Don’t worry about the blanks Really , Why do we need this visceral undertaking anyway? This excavation of self: Presumptuous and certainly pompous Already Airborne, Floating colorfully Just out-of-reach.

Something I never thought I would do  fly 8000 kms to the USA To cruise the highway See the great Las Angeles Hollywood Ride the subway Sit in San Francisco Listen to the many and varied Languages and accents To be on a Cruiseliner With the great Melissa Etheridge Get a.. Shout out from Joan…

I never cried my blonde sister, over any of your stories. Not when the village Witch stole your pig and visited, later, with it as a hat. Not when the locals warned of the curse, Because you so resembled the Boers, who robbed their culture, who dried up the land. Not the malaria, which plagues…

Dear CPAP machine I wrestled with you last night, Your vellcro in my hair Others say you’re great in bed Just that you take some careful getting used to, Well my eye mask got tangled in your straps, Your tubing wrapped around my back Caught up In the cable charger for the iPhone which plays…

a little something about stash and me 

roll away the dew 
plays in background 
jerry’s incredible guitar licks 
penetrate my body 
and the candle light fills my room 
i am alone with my feelings 
and my thoughts and my self 

my paula, my stash, 
my friend, lover, 
co-tv-host, co-parent 
we were artists in love 
living…

Meeting you whoever you might be Your inner space with all your energies, feelings and the walls you so carefully built. It all crashed down on me. Sometimes I really do try not to invade your privacy just by uninvitedly knowing. Loosing my energy Where it dont belong. Me, incapable of sorting. Im an empath…

I’m crazy; cause I wonder what your fingers feel like Your fingertips The soft parts of your palm Your lifelines and your creases that are verses and curves And somehow strangely I am included in a bit of The story And I wonder if I was meant to touch them to hold your hand to…