cycles

life's losses are woven together like seeds on a thread of grief that circles your heart each one a compassionate friend whose soft lament whispers a song of soul to remind you that your growing pains birthed a beautiful wisdom tree that stands rooted in the fertiliser of your wondrous life

The Weaver

when life conspires to throw you into the liminal space occupying that window bounded by the no longer and the not yet your senses switch to full alert sight sharpens sound permeates all vibrational frequencies play in the spaces in between you smell blossoms from centuries ago and different continents to the one your feet …

snow joke

  here i am still and centered and calm   all is perfect   until the world tilts and shakes   and a blizzard of love tumbles from the sky obscuring what was with its mystic crystal snow-flakery   i am taken apart my heart cracking open old and over used in service of everyone …

Letting Go

                         "The Pain shows you what is left to investigate." Byron Katie   I can’t let you go- because in reality- you are not mine to let go of – You are You- And being the most wonderful version of you that you can …

free(fall)

You don't walk out of a marriage unless you got faith. In yourself. In the soul mate who called you. I had faith oozing out of my pores. There was no question that this was the right thing to do. It was the most difficult decision I ever made telling my wife and children I …

torn

i love you both options are appealing to an open heart flutter by shootings are common in the realm of the corpuscle this chemistry bonds souls bristling skin's silky hair reminds me of the fear of love an arrow pointed at my self precursing the coming of the pain measured wound open but yet healed …

look less leaps

how many times have i leapt and landed bruised and broken how many times did the siren's song pound my heart onto the smashing rocks how many times did i swerve from the realisation that I am the only true keeper of my heart   submission for dVerse Quadrille #47          

H(ow)

How to breathe in more breath than you can hold how to stop the bliss from s                              p                               i                                l                               l                              ing into sacred night and dancing like an enchanted imp who has found gold how to be more than you could ever dream you could be how to stretch …

Music Medicine

  grieving for that which i had let go of and never knew i had let go of   until now   grieving for time i cannot get back as i never knew i had given it away   until now   grieving for a dream that somehow could have been but was not   …

in/out

borne on the wind   of a waft of butterfly wing   or wrenched   from the heart of loss     love's crucible   is breath   or lack of it   Sanaa is prompting today at Real Toads offering up a poem by Carol Ann Duffy as inspiration. You can read the poem …