What weighs you down? Ask yourself what – what it is? And remember that, as your feet touch the ground, as you step into each day the only point with earth is your flesh underfoot. The rest, reaches up like some pointing hand to the sky and to the space which forever extends. So what … More A Poem: Weight
I am my best protector. I know when I’m past my limits. I know when I push beyond my strength. I know when its seeping away. I am my best defender. I know the actions I fear. I know the words I seek to deflect. I know why the turtle has a shell. I am … More A Poem: Protection
I give up all that isn’t me, although tomorrow I know I will try for it to be retrieved. But for today, I give up what isn’t mine to carry, or feel the weight of upon my heart as if my name were engraved. Yes, today I give up all that attempts to harness the … More A Poem: Rise
Do you ever feel the world is at a turning point, tipping at its axis. It will take 26,000 years for a full shift, as this spinning top, moving upon its turning axis, orients itself to another North. And the pole stars we now hold on to for direction too will change as Summer … More A Poem: Turning Point
Sit with a problem. Anything that arouses anger, fear, distress. Sit with it and watch. See how it does not stay the same though the problem might persist. See how the way it’s held has a bearing on its weight. And the shape of it evolves as we turn it in our hands. See how … More A Poem: A Problem
Between heaven and earth there’s an Eden. Strip of pink stretching the length of the evening’s horizon. Though a narrow band, its magic is in how its edges blend, to merge both with earth and heaven. That sometimes, when our feet are subsiding in the sand, we find our heads in the clouds. This Eden, … More A Poem: Eden II
I’m waiting for a word, like ‘Go’. And realise, ‘Go’ has already been said. ‘Go’ has been said, since the earth rounded the sun the first time. And the earth has kept up momentum no matter she might not know the goal. ‘God’ has been said since the heart first commenced its beating. Imagine this … More A Poem: Go
Who are you who is both bridge and door? Thoroughfare and threshold, path and gate. Who are you that I enter in, and who with me, walks. Has called my name, before I knew it as my own. Who are you, inside me, who makes me room, and bids me welcome. Door and bridge, thoroughfare … More A Poem: Who
Today I need the peace of quiet things. The beauty to remind me I’m worthy. The beauty of God’s signature. The letter without words, framed with the view. Worthiness comes and goes according to feeling, or memory. But the peace of quiet things, the beauty unadorned, but which forever greens outside the window, is a … More A Poem: Love Because
Follow your heart it tends to leave prints wherever it goes, as bare feet on frosty grass. Trace back to where impressions were made, like etchings on woods, or signs at cross roads. Feel for the indents, and then see which direction they point. Eyes shut, let your heart take the lead. Take the prayers … More A Poem: Follow your Heart
