Daily Blessings

•July 28, 2015 • 1 Comment

One night. . .

I nearly stumbled on the stars at my feet

A rising tide of heady scent from the jasmine petals

Bright as new born suns on the milky path

Their magic blazing in the night

My head reeled.

One day. . .

I looked up and wondered

How can the ocean be in the clouds?

Gray curtains

Lifting foamy white tops

Frozen in mid-curl by the cold stratosphere

The wind holds my breath

While I contemplate the quiet crash of this cloudy surf.

These are everyday blessings.

May I be awake to them


Feathery Saga

•September 25, 2014 • 2 Comments

The feather slid out
Of the goose’s wing
Unexpected and yet
Smoothly like a
Book’s page loosed from its binding
See-sawing in the air currents
Fluttering to the ground

What stories are writ here?

Love soaring
In flights high and low
Over streets and streams
Skimming green grasses
And trembling waters

Love making
After the search
Long and slow
For each other
A new chapter

Love hatching
As balls of golden down
Cheeping softly
Music to the mated pair
And the sequel

What story is writ here?


Fade to Black

•August 30, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Behold the black of Raven’s feather
Iridescence reflection
A rainbow of colors
Birthing Beauty


Like the dark black
In the wombs
We are conceived in


Or the dark
Of ocean depths
Where billowing currents
The contractions of islands


And the black holes
Of space
Where airs supreme
Funnel into fullness
Transmuted by fiery light
Birthing the heavens


All of creation
Starts in

Rekindled Passion for Poetry

•August 30, 2014 • Leave a Comment

As I find my passion rekindled for the creative outlet of poetry, I felt I needed an ongoing form of inspiration.

For almost a year now I have been gifted with feathers from nature. Recently, the gifts became daily and I felt I was supposed to be doing something with the feathers. In a flash, it seemed that a poem could be inspired by each find.

So, I start this collection with my first feather of this week–a raven’s gift.



•November 8, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The whole of life

Where there is “yes”
There is also a “no”

Where there is life
Its powered by death

The left turn
Will turn right
Closing the loop
Creating a circle

The whole of life

A Different Kind of Homeless

•November 7, 2013 • Leave a Comment

In a crowded room
A single within clusters
Like a rogue planet
Without a sun
Not beholden to anything

In the cacophonous world
Like a stone
On the river bank
Hearing everything in its silence

In the rushing waves of humanity
Like the tree
Rooted to earth
An easily found shady tether

We homeless
See and Hear and Witness
From our

And we are called:



•November 6, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Baptismal water
Hand polished rosary beads

A song of praise
A prayer of gratitude

Silence of meditation
Stillness of yoga

Candle flames
Stained glass windows

Smokey sage

Quiet reflection

However its found
Live with Love


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