What Is Never Lost

A bluejay warns the grounded beings, shares
perspectives for those who heed suchlike: fierce
courageous singers in a key we can
not hear with ears. Cicadas thrum tympan

in waves of longing after thirteen years
inevitable to emerge ringing
of love and loudly proclaim fears faced proudly
in that cold dark sleep. In the deep

songs of living–and now sirens blare–include
what emerges. Claim this sunbeam, this beach
the lightly rocking swing. Sometimes I feel
the rhyme or meter sways and rocks the boat

A lone goose bleats. I tilt and set the swing
sideways. That kind of day. Alert. Awake.
The coffee tastes divine. Each being gives
and I receive, celebrate what I find.

Inspired by: Fierce, Inevitable and Beach.

More Than You’ll Ever Know

More than the greatest love the world has known, this is the love I give to you alone. More than the simple words I try to say, I only live to love you more each day.~Norman Newell

I’m sitting on a chair just after rain
washed the morning. Birds exalt from treetops.
John carries the brisket–well injected
and rubbed–to the smoker. It’s Saturday.

Introducing August in cool breezes
teasing precious drops from the maze of leaves
above me. Investing my currency
singing Present! in tune, open-hearted.

Oh, there’s no rhyme or reason in this verse.
I am alive and thriving, can you tell?
Releasing triggers as they find me whole
and dancing, in love, my heart reveals more.

Inspired by: Exalt, Precious, Maze, Introducing, and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to start the post with the word “more.”

And the quiet pacing and simplicity of Matt Monro’s cover of the song More (ti guardero nel cuore translates to look inside my heart.)

Shhh, release the worry

What you resist persists, it’s out of time

where love emerges all frozen pockets

melt and thaw fragments of fear long submerged

transmuting power rising

courage fierce

and strong as song

like birds, impervious

we rhyme and synchronize.

Today I write and write in this inspired space
inundated with insight. Beloved grace.

And yes, I love the “swirl” effect.


A spiritual practice is a generator of light. The light needs to come in on all levels.  We need to ask: where do I clearly say, it is happening “out there”?  We all create the world.~Thomas Huebl

I feel inspired to listen
to the song of yesterday, the light
spilling into cracks, exposing
me in new and startling ways
of being. I cannot hear those words
again, they will arrive anew as
sun and gentle rain, each moment
of spring leaping to luxuriance
the bursting bud a lead-in, once upon a time
in the narrative shift
and I am fluid
as I’ve always been
seeping through my self-made
traps through deep karmic shade.
I arrive belonging.
I bloom essential.
I sing and sing and sing
and if my voice reaches
dark places I’ve planted
in you, I bring light
I am a prayer
in the connected field
right now
this step
now this
the way love reveals.


Black or White or

The black and white forest
explodes, mystery swelling to burst
greenly in a perception experiment
you ask me to go back
to let go of this vivid
specificity, love’s precision
informing matter that seemed inert
was it yesterday I walked abstracted
searching for meaning, color leached
white canvas, black lines
horizontal hugging, vertical reaching
for something, not for me,
light in general, disassociated,
unregulated, lone wan in the duality
of thinking we called normal
now a sketchbook discarded, stark
in the burning miracles
emerging, a conflagration
of thanks from my lips,
my pen, my hands, my eyes
as I spring, too, newly alive
with every breath of praise.


Inspired by: Abstract in Black & White, Experiment, Lone, Grateful.

Also by the five-minute meditation I have been doing.  Simply saying thank you for five minutes to each thing that emerges in my created reality.  It moves me to a new place of self-regulation, curiosity, wonder and an appreciation for the community and miracles who participate with me.

Goddess Prayer

Our mother, who resides in every

cell, singing,

the vital spark of life,

resonant be thy naming.

Thy truth be revealed,

thy love touch deeply

every being’s heart.

Give us this day

holy sanctity, as we praise

your flame that burns us.

We burn with life, forever spinning,

Weaving to include

all those who seek to close us out.

And lead us into darkness

that we may know our shadows,

that we may embrace our weakness

and become whole.

For thou art the life force,

the spark, the creativity forever,

all life.


(Written in 1988 for a women’s spiritual group;  this year we celebrate 30 years!)