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tiny skeletons

tiny skeletons scattered across the beach and I wonder what stories this ocean has stopped, what stories it holds, remnants nothing more than tiny skeletons brittle bones Did they wash up that way or were they picked clean? What skeletons hide away from sight...

unfinished

The moments are so fleeting The ideas pass through and if you don’t grab them they are gone Floating away, laughing, like a rising balloon string that is just out of reach and then – gone Life is so fleeting The moments pass through and if you don’t enjoy them...

tumbling

From the first moments as fragile buds, the leaves heard the whispered story of the day they would come tumbling tumbling tumbling down to rest upon the ground, of which they knew nothing. Some caught murmurs of adventure, of the promise of a new life amidst the...

The Bridge

We rarely get a choice as to what the bridge in front of us will look like and as soon as our eyes, our mind, see one thing, it shapeshifts into another always keeping us attentive or else we find ourselves midway across and the bottom falls out or the destination...

The Fire of the Fury

The Fire of the Fury Sounds of summer and yet here I sit on the cusp of Solstice and I claim it now. I cannot go back and change what has been so I claim it now. I allow the fire of the darkness to consume the anger, to alchemize it into something more. The anger, the...

10 Things

10 Things 1. I see the tree sharing space with the sky and clouds in the arched half circle and I wonder, why can’t we? Why can’t we share space in the confines in space and in the vastness of – The sky does not get angry with the clouds for blocking its blue...

Obstacles

In the silence of the morning, boxes block my seat to meditation and instead of moving them, I write and I wonder if Ganesh has placed the obstacles before me to bring me to another place of meditation, knowing my needs more clearly than I do, knowing I can find my...

A Growing Sestina

I sleep I eat I dream I write I wake l breathe If I breathe In my sleep Then I wake Only to eat And then write So to dream I can always dream When I deeply breathe And if I write Then when I sleep My words I eat Full when I wake If I choose to wake And remember my own...

Trust

Trust. Trust. Trust that what feels broken still holds the scattered light Trust. Trust. Trust in the darkness that the unknown, the unseen, is forming Trust. Trust. Trust that time is a construct we have created to invite in suffering Trust. Trust. Trust that all...

Open Road

She was driving down an open road, windows down, hair blowing, and she seemed not at all surprised when I slipped through the window and into the passenger seat. She turned and smiled, and her hand reached for the volume and up it went. She sang with abandon and when...