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 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.

envy not dreams ~

23 Friday Jan 2015

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, grace, home, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

winds
are the same
as once held my secrets
returning as breath –
a season
of trust

stars watch
the path
was made of my wishes
centipede
honeybee
briar
and dust

words
taste the same
as e’er they were
spoken
made sweeter for lives
the silence between

souls bear
the proof
of paradise traveled
a way without squander
would envy not
dreams

. . .

once more beginning ~

21 Wednesday Jan 2015

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, say nothing, spirit, truth, understanding, wisdom, worth

of the places
you find me
might this be the last
a fever relenting
as tears
from the past
a once more
beginning
of destinies filled –
are graces unfolded
and reason
revealed

. . .

at the heart of remember ~

14 Wednesday Jan 2015

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom

there’s a name
at the heart
of every remember
a silence
worn clean
to the bone
the truth
is my story
the ways
of my passing
a path through the wood
where evergreen grows
an abundance
of living
for love to aspire
gathered in bunches
and left by the gate
tied with a ribbon
forgotten by summer
was the first day
all over
again

. . .

distilled ~

27 Saturday Dec 2014

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becoming, breath, christmas, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, passion, spirit, understanding

branches bent
to worship –
snow white wishes fell
becoming light
returning us –
a dream where Christmas blooms

a candle yearns
to hesitate –
distilled by certain breath
in the house that is my heart
you – ten thousand
rooms

Merry Christmas

remains ~

23 Sunday Nov 2014

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bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, magic, memory, nature, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, sweeter now, truth, value, wonder

winter pulls
against my boots
(carry me away)
to plant my dreams
where now the wheat
turns grey
smoke
above an evening (rest)
lives I must have known
are gathered sweet
memories (to stone)
a verse
or two –
(remains of sins)
nurtured by the spring
ashes fall
(snowflakes) whispering

. . .

stutter ~

18 Tuesday Nov 2014

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breath, connection, conscious consciousness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, spirit, truth, value

beyond this mortal stutter
beyond the reach
of night
beyond our thoughts
awaiting words to write

promise seeds a garden
of evermore and sage
verses swarm above
a willing page

quiet speaks
of always
and never makes a sound
wings are raised
– heaven
is come down

longing swells
the lover’s heart
wherever shadows fall –
poems penned
with not a word at all

. . .

understood ~

16 Sunday Nov 2014

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, forgiveness, grace, home, knowledge, life, love, old maps, poetry, reason, reminders, sacred intimacy, sometimes you, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom

sometimes
the wind holds me aloft –
denied the tempting to fall
a night bird cries
and all I hear is your voice
a sweet understanding
sits with the pines
a flutter of song
remembers me home
musing released as a sigh –
stardust mingles with dew
breathless to find
the reason we came
was ever
only
to love

. . .