O Goddess, my goddess

O Goddess, my goddess

In eternal beauty you uplift my form to its highest place

O Goddess, my goddess

Your beauty radiates thru the vessel of your flesh

As it sings a song of peace to the untamed heart within your soul

O Goddess, my goddess

In your eyes is the wisdom of ages that penetrate the depth of my being

And calls forth the god being within me

O Goddess, my goddess

I die in you and am reborn in you.

For you are the vessel of the divine

By your very nature you evoke depth beyond depth

Clarity in the light of darkness

I do not write poetry

I do not write poetry

No symbol no letter no verse

All I can do is be still and listen

Only there can one hear the echoing of God’s voice in the night

Whispering forever, I am here

With you now.  With you always.

With you, as you, now and forever.

I Bow to the Morning Winds

Awake and Alive I bow to the morning winds, for today they are my teacher.

Cool currents run across my neck and dance a wave of shiver that awakens me to the present.

The mornings are different today.  The trees bare their naked roots and blanket the earth to keep her warm for the winter.

The air is crisp and poised as it penetrates my layers.  Not by force, but by advancing through yielding to my very form.  Like quicksand, it enters every space I do not fill.

A gust of wind stokes the fire and brings alive embers of slumber from warmth before.

Together with sacrificed limbs of an approaching winter, the flame comes alive in a dance with the advancing wind.  

Where it advances, the fire yields.  And in its retreat, the fire advances. A delicate dance that imbues life into the elements of change.

I Awoke Once When I was Born

I Awoke Once When I Was Born

I had a dream once where I was born.

I was born, then I awoke.

I awoke with love in my eyes, peace in my heart and an utter sense of tranquility within my being.

I awoke one day and I was born.

I awoke when I was born and then died again,

and was born once more. 

The Ancient Dance

Cat scampers across my feet

Chasing a mouse who turns to face it

Uncertain of the outcome I stop and watch

An ancient dance of predator and prey

The mouse is small, but in the moment of turning to face its aggressor, it is boundless.

Breathe

Breathing in, I Ascend to the heavens

Exhaling I find the ground of my being

Breathing in I am born to the lightness of space

Exhaling I die the death that is me

Sacred Flame

Blue light sparks the flame of subtle currents

From one being to another

Resurging at each sacred hub

Like dendrites of a waking body

Awakening into the light and pronouncing I am born.