How long on my knees must I tremble; my Soul Ripped and burning, Bleeding below me? You said: ” Cry out. I’ll answer !” But the answer is hard. Another test. Another task. A life of searches; Yearning; Longing; Calling through long shadows. Crawling with bowed head; Raised palms; sometimes Eyes. My Spirit lit and…

At the grocery store checkout counter my mother never failed to toss in the weekly copy of Woman’s Day Mostly lighthearted filler, celebrity gossip, horoscopes, stories, recipes, tips about life from wrinkle prevention to mothering, saving money, and the perfect combo of spices for pickling Even then, as a young girl, I knew I didn’t…

Break the bottle Release the fragrance This quest Through the stages of her heart Turn again Begin Selfishly reserved A position in the Comfort zone Clarity Helped by a tender word Sort of mystical Wildest dreams do come true.

Longing Love Reason Reflect a better human sit there Listen What has been Done Do Consistantly Give Unconditional Positive regard Along with dishing salty herrings Longing  more Draws deep In the well Longing love

If it takes 5 times a day or more to say to your self I love you . Than do it.! If it takes 5 million steps, one by one to show another the love is pure and clean, then do it. No drama, no judgment. Just do it. One word, one small action is…

Mesmerized. Looking into so many eyes. Becoming hypnotized. Seeing fireflies. Warming up connections. Increase flickering flames. Burning bending and blending. Energies that heal webs of love so bright it opens our sight. Sewing together patchworks of perennial past lives. Melting memories in morning light. Remembering our purpose our perfection. The heart was touched. Twinkling in…

Soaked up the sun Behind the fence Crest of the hill The sky is still Now the grass is Green and sweet Lie with me Ward off this chilling Evening Inquiring expression Laughter greeted her reply She glanced with surprise The graces of the spirit Reveals itself Strive to be like a rose When battles…

I once walked into a room where a couple of friends were discussing me, they didn’t know I was there. I shook my head, smiled and walked away. I had a friends who talked badly about me, they never knew that I found out. I never mentioned it. I smiled and walked away from those…

Sunday morning coffee in bed listening to Brandi Carlile— You and Me on the Rock I’m on the rocks now watching you pack up to have your other life without me These rooms are quiet and still without the sound of you breathing moving just being my space is mine again pausing here to capture…

Her pottery is glazed In eons of particle dust Older than the breath That now condenses Conversation Is all she wants her tongue to hold- She likes the flow- The simple audacity This simple consecration of words- Orchestrated in the heavens Lingering in our isotopes  Belonging in the songs Belonging in the lexicon- Women who…