Moving her being The light hit the Concrete And it bounced away Spirit has not Wounded The nature of her heart Shyness and awkwardness Well of path God seed sown She laughed nervously Paying intently Awareness steps the beat She felt her heart Aching with emotion Becoming more and still Whole body is elevated To…

Little one – Growing in the cold Struggling To survive While the cold Keeps pouring over you Stay strong Little one You do shine I see it I see your struggle I see YOU Stay strong Little one One day The cold will be gone And you can continue Your journey of growth Even more…

(from caring for people with gunshot wounds and spinal injuries) Unraveling dreadful dreams like knots of warped riveted ribbons. Twisted turning in the night. Wound up, tightly triggered. Soldered parts melt like wax. The smell of suffering recalls. Alcohol, iron and gun steal. Drilled deep into memory. Before my prime another time. Mastering the heat…

I didn’t want a private investigation or a public inquiry I didn’t want to know why I wanted to know when difference became unacceptance And I wanted to love the person I was and not the one I thought I should be. I didn’t want forgiveness or taking to church I didn’t want a cure…

Not by Browning but by Beth , an elizabeth for sure But what is love if not a softening A small opening A reckoning Of joys Bittersweet Like a funeral with candy at the end, So I love with a ferocity that stirs the skies I love until you are shaken inside… No worries —she…

How is it after all this time my affection for you endures continues as if I fell for you just yesterday Uninvited you come into my thoughts my feelings you inhabit my space my heart—when all I want to do is to forget how much I used to want you Out of the blue a…

In the deepest peace of sleep, I was blessed with your essence of your being . It was clearly a visit that has been memorised throught out this life time , which we had spent while living and breathing each other’s friendship and light . How fondly we curated a expression of each other’s spirit…

This being human I can’t believe I signed up for it The valleys, the mountains, the plains And The mundane that has always been My kryptonite The shame-based fear of being ordinary The definition of communal garden narcissism we all need our 15 minutes of fame some of us need 20. Maybe 25 on Saturdays…

Cheering you on, beyond, material desires. Into wild women’s womb of wonder. Surrounded by, chanting wise goddesses performing initiations, from timeless times. Living deep in one’s heart. Breathing into now. Lighting the way for peace makers. Skipping smooth pebbles upon the sea. Watching the dolphin’s dance. Side by side in water and air. Quenching your…

The Heart is the strangest organ, So often choosing the worst for our Lives: Seeking those who ignore us; Sipping polluted potions; Singing out to the deafened; Dancing passions for the blind; Gifting the wealthy; Praising the famous; while flying past Those who gently ask, “Why?” It cries, “We are lonely !” It cries, “We…