nameless dates ~

within the first
of breath was word
love became the essence light
where once you held me
(hold me still)
hands and hearts
entwined
as lotus leaves
and all I see –
are wings where we
the wind stood still
holding me
(I hold you now)
within the touch
was once my will

. . .

time before ~

18 Wednesday Feb 2015

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Wednesday
without willing push
repentance I have heard
is weighed upon
the soul
but not for long
some other
time
a burden felt
for passing in between
the time before
I knew
you’d never stay

. . .

Author’s Note: The image is from my office window. I
call it my Robin tree.

recall ~

17 Tuesday Feb 2015

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becoming, bliss, breath, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, woman

the night
is but one
of these places
where you
remember me well
tho my passing
be sure
and all I recall
is the song
you became –
words
without need
of a sound

laid on my skin
as breath unto light
starlight sits
in promise began
rearranging
the planets –
of venus and mars
lifetimes
when I
was your touch

. . .

when you came for me ~

09 Monday Feb 2015

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becoming, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wonder

where was I
when shadows crossed
into the darkest night
whispers held
of one more faraway
a name that knew
no sweeter tongue
than memories to taste

eyes denied
the light of
one more
day

where was I
when you came for me
a snowflake on a breath
of spring
a paler blue
of robin’s egg
held the blossom near
a bud beneath
the sun drenched sky
a wish against
the wing

. . .

catcha ~

09 Monday Feb 2015

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You might recall that last year, I was contacted by a group who coordinates non-profit need with volunteer talent. My project was storytelling and I loved it.

Yesterday, they sent me another storytelling invite, and in the process of reviewing, I browsed through the list of all the things they are looking for – volunteers to fill a need.

So, I thought maybe my call was to post it here, so that others would know and maybe others (with talents galore) could hear the whisper of their own name on a
stranger’s lips.

https://www.catchafire.org/projects/

❤

when I ~

08 Sunday Feb 2015

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age, becoming, bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, laughter, life, living, love, old maps, passion, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, understanding, value, wisdom

when I am old
let my eyes adjust
so that I see beyond
the depths known as sorrow
into the 6D color
of living
let my heart beat
heavy –
and let me bleed
in shades
of purple crayon
let laughter
be the sin for which
I am known

. . .

writing in the dark
February 8, 2015, 2:06 am

author’s note: I clipped this picture some years
back. It’s not mine, but it is. It’s a place I return
often, a reminder that beauty lives in sometimes
dirty places.