So we are each made of moleculesthat danced a certain way to fuse together,become something solid. This I know, that we are not dice that fallin a random pattern,but birds of a feather that find one another,flock together,sometimes even fly in tandem. Magic wears a veilbehind which is occurring a string of thingsmuch more than … More A Poem: Dancing

It is pouring so,that the earth collects our tears as a midwife. There is no rain pouring into puddlesthat will not find its stream, divert to where it is needed to nourishand restore. There is every season turning,and some come in floods and hurricanes, ever torrentialthat we cannot keep up. Our shelters evenappearing to tumble … More A Poem: Pouring

Love is what we wake up to,her hovering face.We, birds in the nest,cubs in their lair,are protectedby warmth of fur,interweaving of feathers. Love is what enters us as morning breaththat our shallow gasps upon waking,our endless aches,are relieved by her mouthgiving sustenance,her lifegiving attendance. That we are without help,is not the message of the morning.This … More A Poem: Rising

Lord of the opening and shut doors.The ways in,the leading out. We of the small vision,the possessionsand tender dreams – we give it all,give it all over. Not by counting,or packing,or by measuring all our gains, but by inviting you.Welcoming you in. Lord of the opening and shut doors.We hold in our handsthe sum of … More A Poem: Entranceways

What breath have you been holding onto?Rise from your chair, your bed,and let it go,that it might float behind and fall in fragments. The breath that is drawn from heaven,that is our daily oxygen,does not bring with it any encumbrances. If your chest is heavy, weighted as a stone,perhaps it is simply breath stored,you are … More A Poem: Exhale