Category Archives: joy

Spiral shells

23 Monday Feb 2015

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Experts at falling apart,
those who can shatter without shattering,
grasp that what is viewed as breaking
is only breaking through.
Smaller selves
crack
when outgrown.
Vastness bucks at containment.
The skills gained
that serve and save and form
may rest,
tools placed in their box,
upon reaching the precipice,
gazing out, and gathering in
this knowing-
Spiral shells can also be exited
from their opening,
even as larger spirals
await
to house you.

An Invitation

21 Wednesday Jan 2015

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Skillful communication
is exploratory, juicy, inclusive-
an invitation to scratch the ears of curiosity.
The delicious outcome
of reading lasting writings,
indeed,
the consequence of every artful celebration of life
I’ve been fortunate enough to stumble headlong into,
has been a bodily and spirited hallelujah.
You know those works-
they arrest us, grab, inspire and
open us,
they draw us out, tuck us in,
return stolen tears, stir forgotten laughter,
drop bread crumbs along our path to help us get home again.
Whatever our craft,
our creations allow us to give back
to an ever generous world.
Writing is my way of giving back.
I write to keep love in motion.

Symmetry

21 Wednesday Jan 2015

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Symmetry:
Who ever planted that lie?
Why, it has grown invasively
in our minds.
Imagine
a tree, perfectly symmetrical-
it’d be the oddest specimen
in a lifetime of experiencing trees.
Asymmetry becomes the stamp
placed upon us,
not by birth alone,
but through time,
here,
walking and breathing.
Our bodies,
equally uneven, gnarled,
are intentionally so.
Hearts, lungs, breasts, testicles,
all
marvelously asymmetrical.
Our fingers and toes, like rootlets,
twisted,
play different roles
simultaneously.
Balance requires movement
to counter forces
both inside and out.
We constantly strike deals
with elements seeking
to liberate us.
And, through that making,
like the trees,
we are infinitely more captivating.

Beauty wanders

21 Tuesday Oct 2014

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Neither glabrous nor symmetrical,
lasting Beauty wanders
away from prescribed uniformity
and the wasted effort of rebellion.
In her,
the dynamism of bliss.
Fires consume obstacles, illusions
becoming the skeletons
of lace wings
honored in their sculptural ephemera;
in the end, they flutter,
blown free by gently pressed lips.
Light stretches into full expression,
at ease,
with plenty of room
to move.

Walk the Line

20 Monday Oct 2014

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The pain life delivers carves us out, making space for an unalterable joy and a shareable wisdom, riches fed by both understanding and gratitude. If we let fear dam that transformative river, we can not embody our own power or light. The photographer not wanting to be seen, the poet feeling unheard, the model believing herself ugly, the lawyer not finding justice in her own life- we learn through what draws us. Within our challenges lie our gifts, and what seems a curse is often our blessing. Can’t walk the line without seeing ourselves and with undeveloped sight we are sleepwalking- lost not only to ourselves but to the world. Without celebrating our own Being the world becomes a little dimmer. By looking into the pain, whatever it may be, and sitting with the fear, we can rise above what diminishes us, and expand into being deeply present, inspired, spirited, instinctual, intuitive and alive. Let that be the enviable courage.

I hold the fire

16 Thursday Oct 2014

Posted by in courage, joy, pain, poems, poetry

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With your hand
touching my skin,
I see-
I hold the fire.
Through dulled eyes of regret
my passion seems especially alluring.
The spark you seek,
another can not give you,
And mine’s neither for sale,
nor being offered.
Your pain, that of faltering flame,
requires your own tender attention
to feed it
with the missing joy you look outward to find.
Tend your own fire,
no one else can.

Waters

13 Saturday Sep 2014

Posted by in death, joy, poems, poetry, release

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Pushing away the waters,
we try,,
No tide stoppable,
short of pulling moon from sky.
If birth,
then death.
When drawing this in-
with breath-
We are free,
with exhale-
To take life’s tender hand.
Precious day,
night’s eggshell,
offers light exactly as long
as intended.

Come closer

28 Thursday Aug 2014

Posted by in freedom, joy, lovers, poems, poetry

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For every rejection
every refusal,
Say,
Come closer.
For every tear
and blemish
and tremble,
Say,
Come closer.
In jagged light when
all the the angles are wrong
and disheartening,
fall
in Love.
Be the tender one,
the present and caring one,
alone with yourself.
In that freedom
none can knock you from place,
your sway becomes a spin
becomes a leap
becomes a Song
to which others find
their own dance.

Walk with Me

07 Thursday Aug 2014

Posted by in devotion, gratitude, joy, poems, poetry, receiving, release, wonder

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Walking the live growing edge,
Flames of experience lick heels~
In this divine purification,
Ash feeds Earth,
Smoke tendrils rise in prayer, skyward,
Heart’s passion strengthens,
Love becomes boundless,
Devotion deep,
and the weight of gravity,
a welcomed morning blanket
holding us here, joyfully embodied.
By Grace,
Presence expands,
Spark resides…
Come walk with me,
be a light for One
and another-
the view is breathtaking,
the vital pulse ever danceable,
and the space to share,
Infinite.