I’m hoping that whoever is suffering from a broken heart can find comfort in Mother Earth.  Even if we didn’t have the Earth Mother we dreamed of. We’ve been sold the fairytale The happy ever after But too many times our Relationships end in disaster Who are you? The sum of broken dreams? Do you…

I’ve found a place deep within the forests spiritual space,I release my soul,breath out my inner hold,I’m free in my being,I sit beside my old favourite tree I call her friend the tree of life, oh how she listens to my thoughts, she watches the little Robin sing so sincerely, heart felt ,my heart is…

If I could ever be a machine It would be who I am. A kind loving human being. With a heart, soul, mind, feelings. Being able to react, engage Explore with care, grow accords, understanding the delicate balance of life humanness.  I’m not so sure machines can replace me. I am a human.  Here and…

what if- I am worthy of support I am worthy of having true partnership I am worthy of love- I am worthy of having my heart held I am worthy of being cherished I am worthy of “you rest, I got this” I am worthy to receive I am worthy to receive I am worthy.…

There is a seeder in Romania called Fiona For €6500 it can be yours – You just need a piece of land And an intention planned to grow something. Forgive my illusions of grandeur But I like the idea That there is a machine named after me That drills holes and sows seeds, I aspire…

Known since Conception How to Play How to praise How to love More Humble Loving acts Facts of Forgiveness Surely The captain on Automatic pilot See’s the Danger Acquainted temptations Flaring up While flying through Celestial sparks Humble sounds will Surround Give strength and Will We never knew we Had This is a critical Period…

Today I want to draw the areolas of pomegranates- Bursting peaches, Rippling kale- Slight variations of bent Bananas, A graphite still life of you, Instead I feast on remembering, The circadian rhythm Of our bodies. The custard hot glaze of your tongue. As you sizzle my skin with your own artistry, We laugh at our…

The leaves are pretty much beyond. Trees are shivering in their nakedness. Conceptual eagerness tries to respond. Desire, completes the cycles of connection. Reimagining our untold fullness, one’s wild boldness. As unimpeded vast, luminous reflections and colorful affections. Primary separation, calls for outside forces. Deep yearnings chime in, attempting to reunify. Like the, king’s men,…

You sent me the article: “Mourning doves vanishing in L.A.” O no, my foster-city-of-smudged-angels! Doves were always nesting everyplace I stayed:   the beach, the rolling farm, my squatty loft! Their mellowed chorus   raising me to wake, whether I was ready, or not, Every day. Are they dead now? Or dying  or simply moving? Like…