Sunday, July 13, 2014

Stop The Madness


  Dear Children of the World

   Will you choose to breAk the cycle?

              Before it's too Late?

  Or will you feed the power-hungry a dish piled high

                         With your Most precious resources?

Yielding with blank staring eyes And a frozen smile on your lips?

     Let us instead, create a commeRce of a different kind

Where all are cared for & none exploiTed.










So none may have power over.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Spring

Spring

                                               Movement

Currents flowing through trembling leaves.

Ecstatic light breaths out brightness, 
which dims on inhalation.

Sun so bright, 
I can not see your face.

Sky so blue

In a moment covered in clouds.

Where did they come from?

What is that song the rain sings?

When did those tears
 appear

to wash my dirty face?



Saturday, March 1, 2014

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Surrender & Serenity







Dear Radiant One,

Can it be?

What is this you're telling me?

Are we really finished?

Alright then.

In my final time here with you

I will live as radiantly as you have taught me to.

I will Celebrate with You.

My Mother.





Thursday, January 16, 2014

Full Moon





















With my feet on the Earth,  I stand in the silver light of your radiance.

Wrapped in wool against the cold night.

We watch one another.  And we tell each other stories.

Then comes the plane.  With the trail.  To cover your face.

I will not tell the story of hate.  I will not tell the story of fear or frustration.

Instead I tell the story of the Tuatha de Danaan.

And I watch you glow brighter with the telling.

And your light burns through the plume and it dissolves back into the fabric it was dreamed from.

We go on with our story telling.  And I wash my cold hands and face in your silver beams.

I love you, dear One.


Wednesday, January 8, 2014
















Connecting with the land.

Listen.  Be silent.  Can you feel the land...the trees...the underground?

Can you feel the silent hidden places?  The water?  The small ones?

Can you feel what the land is communicating?